Years back, early one cold morning I and a GF were gonna go somewhere. I tried to fire up the truck and it just went--thunk! By reaction I hit the starter again and it stirred up some awfull sounds! Yup, a cat was on the engine! I raised the hood and the GF threw the cat on the ground. It was a awful sight, it`s face about half sliced off and yoweling and flopping around. The GF yelled at me to shoot the cat, but we were in town. Finaly I dispatched the cat shooting it twice with my model 60. For some reason thats when the GF really lost it and was screaming loudly as I shot. I noticed doors flying open up and down the street with neighbor housewives standing there in their robes to see who was getting murdered!
Anyway she setteled down and called the sheriffs dept and explained. They never did drive out.