As [name redacted] said when he forwrded it to me, stories like this you can’t make up.

The writer was on his way back from a fly fishing trip; the rest we’ll let him tell you:

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When I was on the way back she was still there and in the same position. I drove slowly by and just about past and she yelled at me. I stopped and she came over to the jeep and asked if I had a pair of heavy gloves. I told her I think I do in the back but why do want them? She explained to me that she was in the process of moving to Butte and had her two cats in the cab and her large tomcat panicked and got wedged under the brake pedal. I looked in side and sure enough there he was. She put the gloves on and tried to get him out with no luck. I offered to try (stupid move) and put the gloves on with full intentions of getting that hairball out of there. He got in so he should get out. I went to get a firm grip on him and a couple seconds later pulled out the shredded, claw ripped, bitten gloves. I turned to her and said I have a gun in the jeep, (just kiddin of course) She gave me this serious look and said “get it”. I told her I was just kiddin but she was serious.

The writer wisely left after learning the woman had sent a message to her son… to bring thicker gloves and a gun.

The Underground stands speechless.