Had just pulled up to the local grocery store when I saw a good buddy coming out with a few groceries.?ÿ We stood there having a nice chat while other customers came and went.?ÿ I told him about Wendell and Angel traveling with two big cats and a couple of parakeets in cages.?ÿ He laughed envisioning the cats somehow eating the parakeets and the humans get so mad they throw the cats out of the car and drive off.
Maybe a minute later, a woman we have both known for too many years pulled up and spoke to us on her way to the front door.?ÿ Her name is Lois and a community leader.?ÿ The kind of leader who believes that everyone needs to do everything exactly the way she tells them to do it in every case.?ÿ Trying to interrupt her is like tossing gasoline on an open fire.
My buddy then says he has a cat story.?ÿ It seems some neighbor who could not keep cats had one show up at his doorstep several years ago.?ÿ He felt sorry for it, so caught it and took to my buddy's house as it appeared to be a good mouser.?ÿ As he and his wife accepted it they noticed the cat would not stop yowling.?ÿ Food, water, attention did nothing to get it to stop yowling.?ÿ So they named the cat Lois.
The cat probably wanted to go back to its real home.
(Side note: why does autocorrupt insist on putting an apostrophe in 'its' ? Sometimes you need the apostrophe for the contraction, but not for the possessive, and that mistake is one of my peeves. )
So, there was this gal named E. She was married to an auto mechanic, Mr. Goodwrench. They had a Suburban, fairly new, and E had several pretty daughters. My wife and I were going to get pizza. They pulled into the local pizzaria, beside us. Suddenly we heard mewing from their suburban. Mrs E and Mr Goodwrench lived 30 miles away, in the country.
What had happened, is one of those girl's cats had a batch of kittens. One of those kittens was "Keeping warm" under the suburban. Then, Mrs E et al went to get pizza. That kitten would NOT come out. Its a funny story. That kitten rode home again, UNDER that suburban. Cats are fascinating critters.
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When I was a wee bit of lad one of our cats gave birth to a large litter of kittens.?ÿ Big sister was put in charge of naming them.?ÿ She named them Dagwood, Blondie, Cookie, Alexander, Mr. Dithers, Mrs. Dithers and so forth, from the Blondie comic strip.?ÿ All I remember was Mr. Dithers outlasted all the rest and gave birth to many litters of kittens.?ÿ Visitors to our home were surprised to learn our most prolific cat had a man's name.
Was the "Mailman" included or was he an excluded runt? ?????ÿ
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I honestly don't remember.?ÿ Which, in itself, is astounding, as I recall slapping Dr. Bryan back when he smacked me on my rump in the delivery room.?ÿ How dare he violate my personal space.?ÿ The primary nurse was Sister Mary Bridget.?ÿ I remember waving to my newly-born roommate, Judy, and her mom, Gladys.?ÿ At my 40th high school class reunion I reminded her that she was the first girl I ever slept with.
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Mr. Beasley is the postal carrier. Delivery seems unusually early in that neighborhood, as Dagwood often runs into him when leaving for work.
We have had one cat at a time, so I have usually ignored the official name and referred to it as "Cat".
My favorite cat name was a friend's Fido.
Today's "learn something new every day." You can credit Abe Lincoln for the name Fido.
https://www.akc.org/expert-advice/lifestyle/where-does-the-dog-name-fido-come-from/
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Hell, by the time you learn enough stuff to make a fool of yourself on JEAPORDY you realize you really don't care. ?????ÿ
