Time for my cat story... I remember back when I was a teenager, we had a pesky feline that kept getting into our trash cans every day and garbage would be strewn all over the yard. So, after this went on for a couple of weeks, I set my bow and arrow out on the side of the house as I left for school. When I came home, I grabbed my bow and sneaked around the house to see the mangy beast rooting around in the trash. I drew my bow an put an arrow right into its chest. As the cat rolled around with the arrow in it, I ran up and stepped on the animal and pulled my arrow out. As soon as I took my foot off of it, that darn cat bolted out of there! A couple of days later I found the cat in the gutter under our driveway. I cornered it and picked it up - and there wasn't even a scratch on it! No blood - nothing! It was the weirdest thing... do not tell me that cats don't have 9 lives - I witnessed it for myself! (by the way, our trash remained undisturbed from that time forward...)