Are They Cats Or What

The bikers headed into Kalamazoo on a mean pink bike. The guy yelled to a passerby-er, “why don’t you take a hike?” His old lady yelled for him to run over the old guy’s foot. We had never seen such meanness from a biker’s soot. Are they cats or what? Someone asked, and I said, “For sure.” They were as mean as cobras crawling out of cow’s manure. They have a certain cattitude we had never seen in Kalamazoo. I was glad when they left, as I am sure you were too!