reminds me of our cat growing up. huge cat. Was a total outdoor cat. Once he didn't come home for like a week, then we hear him meowing in the basement window well; cat got hit by a car. So he ended up getting a new hip and pins in his legs.
This cat would leave for days at a time; constantly had gummed up fur on his back from laying under cars in the driveway / getting oil on his fur. Once i was about 3 miles away on my bicycle, and I saw him; he looked right at me and slinkered down into a storm drain.
My brother was riding his bike home one evening, and came rushing inside to get a big duffle bag. He came back with the cat, and said he was fighting 3 other cats at the apartment complex down the street.
We once witnessed him fighting a possum in the yard. A while later, a deer had stumbled into our yard after getting hit by a car and died, and my dad made the joke that "I"ll be damned...Snoopy bagged a deer".
When he got hit by the car, my car lost one of his teeth; and so when he would yawn and close his mouth, the upper tooth that was missing would make the bottom tooth push up his upper lip by his nose....so he always had sort of a street tuff snarl / Elvis thing going on
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That cat was a tough MF. Dude only came inside to sleep after he was out for a 3 or 4 day bender; and the only one who could pet him was my brother. he'd just growl at everyone else. He'd kill birds, mice, moles, rabbits...That bastard lived for like 18 years.