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May 09, 2005
The Cat Hole 2000
Here's the thing about cats. They are crafty but they will never knit you a poncho.
Yesterday an extraordinary feat of cat mischief went down. It seems Eli was bored.
John and I and the dogs were watching Blade 2 on cable, which John says is better than the first Blade. I don't know because I didn't see it, all I know is Kris Kristofferson and guys whose faces open up in three directions to reveal three-pointed tongue thingies really, what more do you need. So we were totally spellbound by the tv, and then I finally got up to go in the kitchen and that's when I noticed the a corner of the screen was pried in on the screen door.
Sebastian was sleeping on the bed in the guest room, but Eli was nowhere to be found. I even did the canned cat food test, and no one came. So John and I started searching around out in the alley, peeking under dumpsters, cars, bushes, fences. We looked up the stairs and down into the basement stairs and that's when I noticed a puddle of something oily and some diminutive paw prints. But no E.
We started to get more nervous, and some neighbors came home and helped us look around a little.
Then I went down the stairs to examine the paw prints more and that's when I noticed a small hidey-hole under the stairs and peeked in, and praise Jaysus, two giant terrified yellow eyes were peeking out! We lured him out of the hole with canned catfood. He jumped out of my arms and tried to run off again but then came back and went right back down into the hole again! Finally, John got him into something of a headlock and we got him in the door. Once inside the E sprawled on the floor and looked peevish for a while, as though we had done something very offensive to him.
Cats!!!! They are hairy little freaks!!!
Posted by at May 9, 2005 10:49 AM
Comments
Thanks for digging my favoritest hairy little freak out of the hole!
That E. He employs any strategem his walnut-sized brains can devise to slip out the door, but once he actually gets outside, he's terrified and freaked. The last time this happened, we found him in the very back of a neighbor's storage locker down in the basement. Scary.
Posted by: Thomas at May 10, 2005 09:13 AM