I was checking out my former paper the [Gary] Post-Tribune and found onetime Farmboy Carrol Vertrees musing about the raw milk of his childhood. I’ve read loads of raw milk stories, but the tidbit about Carrol’s milking expertise is a new one for me:
I was adept, udderly adept, being able to squirt milk into a cat’s mouth from more than 10 feet. It took practice, though.
No doubt it took practice…for the cat too I imagine.
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