August 17, 2004
Jeezus fookin' Kee-RIST!
One of the kittens (well, year-old cats) just discovered how to push out the screen on Peggy's second-floor office window! I'm sitting here, wrapped up in my writing, and Peggy comes downstairs asking, "Where's Lucy?" and commenting that her office window's screen was now down on the side carport. We both immediately grabbed one each of the many head-banger Maglite flashlights ("torches" to my UK and Aussie friend-readers) we have sitting in various rooms around the house and ran outside to the back yard. We found her quickly, shivering under a stash of gardening supplies. She was uninjured, but apparently had been outside for a couple of hours, and was a bit dusty.
We brought her in and in a fit of guilt fed her most of a bag of cat treats. Her brother Selmak, uncharacteristically, hissed at her: I'm guessing that's his way of saying, "Goddamn, you smell funky girl!"
I'm imagining that a Chihuahua, given a similar fall, would not have gotten off uninjured, the way she did.
I'll be looking for bird carcasses in the morning. I'm hoping the yard will be littered with them. If you're going to go through an unscheduled skydive, there should at least be good hunting on the ground after the event.
Posted by Russell Whitaker at August 17, 2004 10:37 PM | TrackBack