June 14th, 2006, 01:11 PM
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Mega Super Mommy
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Join Date: Jun 2006
Location: Western NC
Posts: 2,070
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> Here Kitty, Kitty
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> Cat Lover or not this is hysterical
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> We've all had trouble with our animals, but I don't
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> think anyone can top this one:
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> Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No
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> matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the feeling that
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> my boss thinks I'm lying.
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> On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but
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> lied anyway, because the truth was just too darned humiliating. I
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> simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I
> would
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> feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I reasoned, I could think
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> up a doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head.
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> The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife's
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> wishes to adopt a cute little kitty.
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> Initially, the new acquisition was no problem. Then one morning,
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> I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb,
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> call out to me from the kitchen.
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> Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it."
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> "You know where the button is," I protested through
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> the shower pitter-patter and steam. "Reset it yourself!"
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> But I'm scared!" she persisted. "What if it starts
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> going and sucks me in?"
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> There was a meaningful pause and then, "C'mon,
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> it'll only take you a second." So out I came, dripping wet and
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> buck naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a
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> statement about how I perceived her behavior as extremely cowardly.
> Sighing
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> loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the
> button.
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> It is the last action I remember performing.
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> It struck without warning, and without any respect to my
> circumstances.
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> No, it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing
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> metal teeth. It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating
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> dangling objects she spied hanging between my legs. She had been
> poised
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> around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink.
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> And at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt
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> at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her
> needle-like
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> claws.
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> I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements,
> blindly
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> rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of kitten
> hanging from
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> my masculine region.
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> Wild animals are sometimes faced with a "fight or flight" syndrome
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> Men... in this predicament, choose only the "flight" option. I
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> know this from experience. I was fleeing straight up into the air
when
> the
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> sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent.
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> The impact knocked me out cold...
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> When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Now there
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> are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on
> the
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> kitchen floor buck naked in front of a group of "been-there,
> done-that"
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> paramedics.
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> Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics
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> were all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the
> while
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> trying to suppress their hysterical laughter......and not succeeding.
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> Somehow I lived through it all..
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> A few days later I finally made it back in to the
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> office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation of me about
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> my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk
> about,
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> which it was.
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> "What's the matter?" They all asked, "Cat got your tongue?" If they
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> only knew!
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> Why is it that only the women laugh at this?
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