We lived in KC several years and one thing we enjoyed was archery. We joined an archery club at one time but could not keep up with their schedule, so we dropped out and began our shooting at home.
We have a paved driveway approximately a hundred feet from the street to a very small one-car garage.
We would pick our yardage and shoot at a target in the garage. It was a safe way to shoot, because neither of us were so bad as to miss the entire garage.
Well, at one of our practices, we went to retrieve our arrows and I noticed that my wife had missed the target. And there, stuck in our tightly and neatly folded canvas tent, was an arrow.
The next time I set up the tent it took me a long time to patch all of the holes. I don’t even know how many holes there were.
At another one of our practices, and I don’t even remember which one of us (surely not me) had missed, but another arrow went all the way through the target.
There happened to be our five foot chest freezer behind the target. You would think I would have learned from the tent thing. Luckily the arrow did not break through the inner lining, but there sure was a large hole in the outer case.
Either we need to stop shooting in the garage or move everything out of it.
I can’t believe I did this. The lady which lived across the street from our house had this (as I called it) crazy cat. This cat was something else. It gave us one heck of a time. We had a cat at that time, but it was fixed and stayed indoors.
At that time we did not have air conditioning so the windows were always open, but of course there were screens on all the windows.
Why that cat wanted to get into our house I have no idea. It would jump onto the window seal and dig at the screens, sometimes ripping them and pulling them loose.
One night as we were sound asleep, something landed in the middle of our bed which brought us sitting straight up. It was that darn cat!
After doing its best to destroy our house, we finally got that cat out. To say the least, we were not happy campers.
We lived in town, so a gun was out. But archery… who would know? So one afternoon I got the ladder out and commenced to climb on top of the garage.
And waited. Sure enough here he came. Right straight toward me.
I carefully drew my bow, took close aim, and released. The cat jumped straight up and I was sure I got him.
Wrong! The arrow went just under his belly, hit the pavement and skipped across the street and “oh no” stuck in the front door of the house across the street.
Now what do I do? I had made a big mistake. I climbed down from the garage, calmly walked down the street a short distance, turn into her yard, walked quickly past the front door, grabbed the arrow and pulled it out as I passed by and kept right on walking.
A few days later she was telling everyone it looked like someone had shot a .22-cal. bullet into her front door. Thank goodness no one got hurt, and no one knew the truth of what had happened.
I am pretty sure my wife wouldn’t tell because she wouldn’t want anyone to know she was married to someone that dumb.
One morning while eating breakfast, I looked outside to see that cat walk into the side door of my garage. I jumped up, ran out and slammed the door closed.
The cat never came out of my garage. I went on to work, smiling.
I often wonder what happened to that cat!
(Tom Boydston lives in Neosho, Mo., and can be reached by phone or text at 417-439-6048.)