Monday, March 5, 2007

A Cowboy and His Cat

When I went into winter camp I always took plenty of tobacco and usually a cat. I always liked a cat around camp—a cat and a briar pipe were lots of company when a feller spent months shut off from the world. Of course, a puncher would drop in for a meal or a visit once in a while, or maybe, I would meet a puncher now and then while riding. But I have gone for weeks at a time without seeing a soul.”
From The Camp Life of a Cowpuncher by Carroll Doshier as told by Jim Christian