Early one morning last week while it was still cooler outside, I was in the backyard practicing casting a fishing lure. I want to be able to place it better. Then all of a sudden, a cat came running out from under my truck to grab the lure. I jerked, thinking it would be nice if the fish would come charging like that after the lure. The lure flew up behind me, and a different cat came out of the woods to grab it. They must have been watching me the entire time. I yanked again, but the cat got tangled up in the fishing line and ran back into the woods. I let the drag out then cut the line so I wouldn’t hook the cat.
I went to get my gloves and pruning shears. I wanted to help the cat, but I didn’t want to get all clawed up. These are wild cats that don’t let you get too close. Well, the cat somehow untangled itself! After I cut down some briers, I saw the lure lying on the ground. I was glad to get the lure back, but there was no sign of the cat. I was doubly blessed. The cat wasn’t hurt, and my lure wasn’t lost! I’ll do my fishing in the water from now on.
charleswkanka 