[Evans, Marv]

As a kid, I made a pet of a junk yard cat when I was six years old. The junk yard was guarded by shepherds & pincers, so any cat that survived was tough. Dogs didn't stand a chance with him. He was an outside cat that eventually died, at about eight to ten years old, under our house at the time. He did nothing but fight every night and had a scarred up face and tattered ears. Otherwise he was a sweet cat, although he hardly ever let other family members touch or handle him. I don't know if he ever encountered coyotes. If he did, he probably took care of them quickly & efficiently.