This is A STORY THAT MY OLDEST BROTHER USE TO TELL ME EVER NOW AND THEN. He could tell it much funnier than I can write it. My brother had a friend named Luke, and Luke had a friend named Bud who would stop by and talk. Now Luke had a wife that had a big ole yellow tom cat that had been fixed so he didn't ramble much, just laid around and eat and sleep most of the time. When Bud would stop by ole Yellow, that's what they called him, would start purring and rubbin his head on Buds leg and Bud would scratch his head and ole Yellow loved that attention. when Lukes grandboy would come over him and ole Yellow would sit on the couch and eat snacks and anything that grandson would eat ole Yellow always wanted some, no matter what it was. Well, one evening grandson was ramblin in the bathroom cabinet and found a brand new pack of x-lax and he wondered if ole Tellow might like some, so he broke off a piece and give it to him, he just gobble it down and wanted some more, that boy sat right there and fed that cat that whole pack of x-lax. Well the next morning when Bud stopped by/ ole Yellow didn't show up yo get his head rubbed. Bud asked Luke whears ole Yellow? Luke told him, the last time I saw him, him and 9 of his buddies was out yonder in the backyard. Bud said what in the world are they doing out there, Luke said well 3 of em was digging holes, and 3of em was comming along behind em covering up and the other 3 was running ahead scouting for new territory and ole Yellow was just taking care of business.