All the farm cats would show up when a buddy of mine milked the cow. His family didn’t need all the milk, so a good portion would go to the cats. But a lifetime of milking and boredom gave my buddy skills. He’d shoot the cats with the milk, often hard enough to “knock” them off whatever they were standing on. You’d think they’d learn to hide, but every time there would be a dozen cats cleaning themselves before it was over.
I, however, did learn to stay at least 20 feet away and near something to duck behind.
