Monday, October 03, 2011
I am a cat lover. My husband, Tommy, is not. He doesn't hate them and would never do one harm, (he knows there would be consequences) but let's just say he is not a big fan. So imagine my surprise when he comes rushing into the house breathless last night saying, I need your help, there is a cat in the tree!
I go out there with the flashlight. There is a little white cat and it happens to be in the shortest of the pecan trees. She could have easily jumped. Tommy is looking for the ladder- can't find it of course. So he starts climbing the tree. Tommy is a big man. Big and tall. The tree starts to bend. I don't say a word until he gets level with the cat. I say, be careful, you don't know if it is wild or not. I tell him to grab it by the nape of the neck- usually they will calmly curl up- it is how their mother carries them.
At this point you are all thinking that Tommy is about to be attacked. That is not what happens. He grabs the cat. It humble curls up and he (excitedly) says, It's not wild! He hands it down to me and that is when the cat goes wild. I have been clawed by cats many times but none of it compares to this! To add insult to injury, once I get a hold of the cat, I have this frozen reaction where I can't let go. After I finally come to my senses and throw the cat down, I am standing there bloody and a blue knot is forming on my hand where I am guessing it hit a vein. Tommy gets me into the house and doctors me up. I(the cat lover) am standing there cussing and hoping the cat gets eaten by a dog, Tommy(not a fan) looks disappointed that he didn't end up with a new pet. What is this world coming to?
*Ok, I didn't really want the cat to be eaten- I did say it but I didn't mean it.
I hope it is safe and happy and miles away from here.