Rod, at 11:41 on Apr 28 1996, you wrote to Bill Grimsley...

BG> Dunno, I got the distinct impression that he didn't
BG> think too much about anybody, apart from himself.

RS> Dunno, I would be surprised if he has forgotten his run in with you.

That'll be due to his paranoia, or his persecution complex though.

BG> And his wildlife-murdering cats, of course.

RS> Its called evolution. They evolved better. Humans did better again.

Tell me, exactly how long does it take for evolution to work?  When can I
expect local cats to be born with bullets already inside them?

BG> You may have heard stories about his house having 6' tall
BG> uncut grass around it, and his owning 6-8 cats, and his
BG> home's floor being covered to a depth of 6" with computer
BG> magazines and other paraphernalia; in general, a complete
BG> brothel? Well it's all true, every single word of it. :)

RS> Apart from the cats, all the best people live like that |-)

BG> Can I therefore surmise from the above that your house is spotless?

RS> Yeah, absolutely immaculate. Ask the neighbours |-)

Is there any truth in the rumour that every time a missing person report is
filed at the local cop shop, the dog squad pays your house a visit?

BG> Absolutely no argument re the cats though.  :)

RS> I dont have any myself, but the neighbours cats love my jungle.

But not half as much as your dog loves cats, I'll wager...

Regards, Bill

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