Cat Antics
Posted by: Brenda Kula | March 3, 2009
No, Clyde is not rabid. Nor is he shouting. I just happened to snap the photo when he was in the midst of yawning.
I have a funny Clyde story. Yesterday I walked down to my neighbor Liane’s house three doors down to give her a Smith & Hawkins catalog that had come in the mail. I knew she was searching for outdoor furniture. Clyde was outside, and as he is wont to do, he followed me down there. At the door, I went in and Clyde was left at the door.
A few minutes later, I hear plaintive crying. I am sitting in her living room on her couch. I look over my shoulder into her dining room. Clyde’s silhouette could be seen through her closed blinds on her patio in back. He had jumped her huge brick fence, and found his way to where apparently he could hear my voice. So he plopped himself there and let me know he wanted his mama.
I said, “Liane, I have to go now. I have a cat crying for me at your patio door.” So I went out the back and Clyde ran and jumped into my arms, like a toddler does upon seeing their mama has indeed returned as promised. And we went down the alley to our house.
I have another strange and rather unsettling little story that sort of shocked me as I was driving the dogs to the groomers this morning. I drove perhaps close to a mile behind this woman who was putting on her mascara. No, it was not just at the stoplight. I was behind her at the stoplight, and saw her moving the wand up and down while looking into her flip down lighted mirror. I thought, well, she’ll put it down once the traffic light turns green and cars get moving. She didn’t!
I’m sure flies would have flown into my mouth had I had my window down. I could not believe she could steer the car (and she was alone) while moving that little wand up and down as she drove the winding roads out Old Noonday Road. At least we had both turned and she was no longer on a four lane highway! When I turned off to take the dogs to Groomer Susan, she was still putting on her mascara and moving along down the road.
I wonder if tonight on the evening news there might be a story of a woman who poked her eye out while driving. Or even worse, poked her eye out and ran into a school bus full of children, as it was that time of day!
People simply confound me, I’m telling you.
Posted in Current Affairs, Pets | Tags: Clyde, strange mascara story
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Stupid lady. Sorry.
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By: Okie Sister on March 3, 2009
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I love how your baby loves you .. it has to mean you are one phenomenal person because cats just don’t pick anyone and do what your “kid” does with you !
You gotta’ be a good one sister .. from another cat sister : )
By: Joy on March 3, 2009
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Your kitty – so attached. What a fellow!
Diane
By: Diane on March 3, 2009
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Don’t get me started on what people do while driving! I deal with this everyday on my way to work. I get up and put my make up on…at home–why can’t others do the same! Grrrrr….
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