April 13, 2007
Crapped Out Cat
Posted by Jerome Doolittle at April 13, 2007 11:53 AM
Our dog used to take up that position when it (or he, since them critters tend to become family) had taken one, two or many nights out while ravaging all nearby trash cans.
Boy, what these people throw away. Real ugly stinking stuff. How much can a dog eat of that before exploding? I never found out, but Groucho (a beagle-mix of not so noble Czech lineage, and yes, there was a definity similarity to Marx Bros. sen.) always looked like being pregnant for a week. And the noble upholstering never again looked like it used to be.
But this dog certainly loved his freedom. We never found out how he escaped from our garden. Probably always underestimated his high jumping abilities once he had digested all that garbage, though we raised the fence twice. Maybe he dug a tunnel yet to be discovered. But he always came back, at his own discretion. And he was always welcome, though we had only promised his 'master' to take him in for three weeks.
Guess I wanted to take up the cudgels for some lone stray dog between all these cats.
Groucho still rests in our garden, hopefully in peace now. And now and then I still see what can only be his offspring of many wild nights.
Ah, sentimental stuff, please forgive me. ;-)
Remind that cat that there are bad rabbits who have been stealing from the garden that need to be dealt with.
I know how you feel, Peter. Two of our previous cats were killed by cars and the third died in an accident with the exhaust fan of a nearby auto repair shop. We keep this one inside, no matter how much he whines. What does he know about what's good for him? He's only a cat.
Wait a minute. Am I saying that humans know what's good for them? That can't be right.