Beware of Owner
By Chuck Wendig • Oct 1st, 2009 • Category: Short FictionThe cat was back on the garage roof, and Pop was mad.
“Dirty animals, those cats,” he said, pressing a .308 round into the Winchester rifle.
The cat was back on the garage roof, and Pop was mad.
“Dirty animals, those cats,” he said, pressing a .308 round into the Winchester rifle.