by Diane Petrofsky
My friend Ellen used to groom dogs. When she moved out of town she borrowed our front porch to work. One afternoon she was taking a break and Max and I were sitting on the steps with her while she cooled off. A cat went running down the street, and Max and took off after the cat. There was a whole procession at that point, as the cat ran down the street, Max ran after the cat, and Ellen and I ran barefooted after the cat and Max. With every step the cat and Max gained ground on Ellen and me. It must have been quite a site for the neighbors! If Max hadn't stopped to take a tinkle, we never would have caught up with him. The cat got away, and we caught Max and all was well.