Chasing things.

I once chased a 1990 Nissan pickup truck that I used to own downhill out of a parking lot and into the street because I didn't put it in gear and set the parking break. Fortunately there was no traffic on that street at that moment.
 
I chased my dog once for 3 blocks. Now that sounds boring -- BUT -- it was January in Wisconsin. I was barefoot. I
was running down the alley in 6 inches of wet snow. I didn't have a jacket on. He'd stop to smell something and when I got up near to him,he'd run again. I finally caught him & had to carry him home. ugh. I think by then I was so mad , I didn't even feel the cold .
 
I chased a woman who dumped a cat in front of my house. I lost her because she passed red lights and I wouldn't. I'm not sure what I would have done if I caught her. I wanted to smack her.

I was looking out my window and I saw this car come down the block. There's only 3 houses on this dead end so if you're not visiting one of us you're probably lost. She stopped her car and opened the trunk. I thought she was having car trouble. As I started to open the front door to see if she needed help a black cat jumped out of the trunk and the woman jumped in her car and took off! I yelled at her that it's illegal to abandon a pet and she responded with one of her fingers held high and pointed in my direction. I was mad I jumped in my car, I already had my keys in my pocket, and went after her. But I lost her. If I got her licence plate I would have given it to a cop friend of mine who I know would have paid her a visit.

I looked for the cat but never found him/her. :(
 

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