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Dale Evans and Roy Rogers move their home from California to Branson, Mo.

At the end of the move, Roy is tired and wasted, sits on the porch of his new home, leans back in his chair, takes of his very expensive handmade boots, wanders inside for a good night’s sleep.

Morning comes, and Roy steps outside to find the boots have been gnawed to bits by some feline or another, as is evidenced by the size and shape of the footprints leading off down the path. Roy, in a bad mood anyway, takes off and in short order has caught up with the cougar, and lacking a gun or even a pocketknife wrestles with the cougar for what must seem like ages.

Late that morning, Roy comes back to the front porch. He’s scratched to hell, hair ripped out, clothes in tatters, one sock missing, dragging a lifeless cougar who apparently got the worst of the fight. Dale, sitting on the porch, glances over and says:

“Pardon me, Roy, is that the cat who chewed your new shoes?”

Suffer, you feline fluffing freaks.