Here, 'bout 59-60 my Grandpa Parrish had a Black Tom cat on the farm. It hated everyone, but me.
My cousins could not even touch it. My Grandpa ran into the fence when he jumped out of the car cause the cat had got in the back seat and decided he really didn't want to go for a drive.
My mom an my aunts still talk about me and that mean cat.
Here I am stuffin' it's tail into the crack on the side of a cistern lid.
If I still had Grandpa's black tom cat he'd scratch all yer eyes out.