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MaamJay -> RE: Critter stories (2/26/2008 4:51:36 AM)
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Ah this leads Me to My own "missionary removal" story. My first 2 cats were named King and Spook, from the cartoon strip "The Wizard of Id". This was because initially, King, a tabby point siamese, was a right bossy bugger and Spook who was younger, glossy black with green eyes, was suitably subjugated. However, with the passing of time, Spook outgrew King and took over as boss cat. Spook was an incredible character, I can tell you any number of stories about his food thievery that was so clever we really didn't mind, his agility and love of playing pounce (from on top of an open door), his ability to open any door, his role as food critic, his ... well, maybe I'll just confine Myself to his role as the missionary removalist.
One Sunday morning I was sitting on the sofa reading the paper, minding My own business, with Spook curled up in his usual spot on My shoulder, nuzzling My ear. All was peaceful. Then the doorbell rang ... as I muttered uncharitably and got up, it was obvious with a look out the window who it was. Who else comes calling all dressed up in their Sunday best and holding magazines? So, as the bell rang again, I went to open the door, muttering something about impatience being a sin!
At that hour, the front step up to and including the screen door was illuminated by the sun ... but it didn't reach into the house at all, so I, and the hallway behind Me, would have appeared pretty much pitch black. There stood a young teen and an older woman, with fixed smiles, trying to thrust these magazines upon Me. I was trying to be politely assertive, saying I wasn't interested. Suddenly there was literally a blood-curdling roar which sounded like it came from a feline much larger than a domestic cat ... Spook hurtled up the hallway and flung himself onto the screen door at handle height (about eye height for the girl!), all claws and growls and gnashing teeth! I'd never seen him like that ... before or since! "Oh Spook!" I said (entirely forgetting how that might sound when applied to a black cat by a woman LOL!) ... and tried to disengage him from the door, but as fast as I got one paw off and worked on a second, he pulled the first out of My grasp and back onto the door (he was a strong little bugger!), still snarling. Well the women leapt back ... sort of frozen in horror for a few moments ... then they were off and running, heels and all LOL! As soon as they left the yard, he dropped to the ground of his own accord and stalked back up the hallway, tail stiffly up and the end just waving a bit. I collapsed in silent laughter (well, they hate to hear you laugh at them!) and then went and thanked him very much and found him a treat.
He never had cause to repeat this ... because they never called again. We would see them coming, working the street, males or females, suits or dresses ... but before they got to our house they would cross the street and walk up the road on the other side (obvious as hell as in that part of the street there was only footpath on our side!) ... then cross back when they felt "safe".
Yay Spook! What a cat! Died in 1988 but will be lovingly remembered till I cross the Rainbow Bridge and meet up with him again. When, no doubt, he'll give Me more love bites ... but that's another story!
Maam Jay aka violet[A]
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