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 Cats and things that
go "thump" on the roof
Overheard at the Rainbow Cafe Friday noon ... something about a lady drying
a load of clothes that
normally sound like "swoosh, swoosh, swoosh". Seems this load was going "swoosh,
swoosh, kerboom,
swoosh, swoosh, kerboom". After a few minutes, it came to the lady that she had
nothing in the dryer that
should be making the kerboom sound. She opened the door and out flew a static
electric fur ball. When it finally stopped, she recognized it as the family cat
with glazed-over snapping eyes as big as silver dollars, gasping for,
air and grasping its chest as if by doing so it could prevent the heart from
stopping. He lived through the ordeal and we don't have to ask what its new
year's resolution is!
Made me remember another story I heard at the Rainbow several years ago on a
cold stormy, winter day ... Seems there had been several blizzards and snow
storms and everyone was having to clear their vents on the roof- tops. This guy
goes out, gets up on top of the roof to do his pipe-cleaning thing. After
several minutes the thumping started and this made sense to the little wife,
nice and warm inside while hubby protects them all from the danger
of carbon monoxide poisoning. More thumping, then more thumping and more
thumping. By now, she has decided "those pipes must have been really plugged!"
OK, time to go see what all the noise is about. There he stood, nearly frozen,
waiting for her to answer his thumping call for help .. . his ladder had fallen
down and he couldn't get off the roof
Back to the cat stories. I will never forget our cat story, downtown
Gillette, Wyoming. I was rushing off to work this morning (running late) and as
I opened the door to run through the porch, this wild cat screamed in fright and
ran past me into the house. I ran back in after it just in time to see it go
into the bathroom at the end of the hall. That was good enough for me, so I went
down and shut the door ... never gave the cat another thought. When I got home
that afternoon, the cat was gone. Good ... Ed got rid of the cat. Thanks, Ed.
Ed comes home from work around 5:30-6 o'clock, still chattering like some fool
who had been practically scared to death by a wild cat (screeching like a gut
shot banshee) that landed in his lap as he (Ed) sat in silence and
solitude on his throne, reading his morning paper! Thank God Ed was 30 years
younger and thank
God the cat didn't land in my lap. I've always told anyone who would listen that
they should never scare old people or fat people; they might have a heart attack
and that would probably have done it for me.
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