The cat came down to the algae-choked pond to join me for a little fishing. Caught some algae. Threw most of it back. I put the fly rod down with the line all pulled out and was getting ready to wind it up and go back to the house...
...when the cat ran wildly from where I stood over to the tall grass by the willow tree and got herself hooked in the chest by the small fly. The line whizzed out from the reel for a second and then she snapped the leader. After I coaxed her up to the house she seemed mostly oblivious to the fly hooked in her chest but as someone trained her to be a playful biter it was difficult to calmly diagnose just how deep into her was the small hook. When she started gnawing at it as if it were a burr in her coat I began to worry that she would get the hook stuck in her mouth. This was quite a predicament. It was a Saturday evening so there would be no chance for a Vet visit until Monday. Just as I was about to lose hope the hook and fly just fell from her chest onto the brick sidewalk leading up to the breezeway. I was happy and resolved not to fish with my cat anymore.