Ack! Little Boy ran outside
Whee!
Little Boy ran out the door when I opened it to see who was knocking at the door (it was upstairs). Usually, he runs out, then goes around to the opposite door and lies down to wait on me, so I took my time to get food for Chollie. I put crunchies out for Chollie, and saw Little Boy prancing around the courtyard. Well, I was in shorts and a tshirt, so I went after Little Boy, which resulted in one fulkl round of the building, in 40F degree weather. So I went back in, put on jeans (still wearing a tshirt), grabbed a flashlight, and went looking for Little Boy and hoping nobody called in a "strange man with a flashlight" report to the police, because I had beer on my breath. I walked around the building at least three times, saw Little Boy several times, and he ran off each time. Finally, I had a great idea - Little Boy is morally unable to resist an empty lap, so next time I saw him, I turned off the flashlight, sat down on the (cold, wet) ground, and sweet talked him until he sat in may lap. I got up and walked to the door, telling him that running out was bad behavior the whole way back to the door. Once inside, he gave me his entire repertoire of "I love you, please forgive me" moves on the door shelves. This involved a lot of upside-downy heads, head butts, tummy rubs, love nips and nose kisses (from both of us), as well as an extended game of toss-and-fetch the bottle cork. He did most of the tossing, while good slave that I am, I did most of the fetching. I told him what a brat he is, and that I love him even when he's a brat... |
Ack! Little Boy ran outside
On 12/14/2013 8:37 PM, Mark Edwards wrote:
Whee! Little Boy ran out the door when I opened it to see who was knocking at the door (it was upstairs). Usually, he runs out, then goes around to the opposite door and lies down to wait on me, so I took my time to get food for Chollie. I put crunchies out for Chollie, and saw Little Boy prancing around the courtyard. Well, I was in shorts and a tshirt, so I went after Little Boy, which resulted in one fulkl round of the building, in 40F degree weather. So I went back in, put on jeans (still wearing a tshirt), grabbed a flashlight, and went looking for Little Boy and hoping nobody called in a "strange man with a flashlight" report to the police, because I had beer on my breath. I've only had that happen once to me, and trust me, the guy wasn't looking for a cat. He was just a creepy old neighbor; there was a power outage and he said he thought I might not wake up in time to go to work. Why he thought that was his business, I don't know. I read him the riot act when he got me out of bed to let me know there was a power outage. No kidding, old man. I knew that because I called the office to find out if it was open. It's not. I don't appreciate intrusive people. This guy was a harmless old man. But single women don't appreciate that sort of intrusive or protectiveness unless we ask for it. I walked around the building at least three times, saw Little Boy several times, and he ran off each time. Finally, I had a great idea - Little Boy is morally unable to resist an empty lap, so next time I saw him, I turned off the flashlight, sat down on the (cold, wet) ground, and sweet talked him until he sat in may lap. Awwww! :) I got up and walked to the door, telling him that running out was bad behavior the whole way back to the door. Once inside, he gave me his entire repertoire of "I love you, please forgive me" moves on the door shelves. This involved a lot of upside-downy heads, head butts, tummy rubs, love nips and nose kisses (from both of us), as well as an extended game of toss-and-fetch the bottle cork. He did most of the tossing, while good slave that I am, I did most of the fetching. I told him what a brat he is, and that I love him even when he's a brat... LOL! A wonderful (if not chilly!) cat tale. :) Jill |
Ack! Little Boy ran outside
On 12/14/2013 8:37 PM, Mark Edwards wrote:
Whee! Little Boy ran out the door when I opened it to see who was knocking at the door (it was upstairs). Usually, he runs out, then goes around to the opposite door and lies down to wait on me, so I took my time to get food for Chollie. I put crunchies out for Chollie, and saw Little Boy prancing around the courtyard. Well, I was in shorts and a tshirt, so I went after Little Boy, which resulted in one fulkl round of the building, in 40F degree weather. So I went back in, put on jeans (still wearing a tshirt), grabbed a flashlight, and went looking for Little Boy and hoping nobody called in a "strange man with a flashlight" report to the police, because I had beer on my breath. I walked around the building at least three times, saw Little Boy several times, and he ran off each time. Finally, I had a great idea - Little Boy is morally unable to resist an empty lap, so next time I saw him, I turned off the flashlight, sat down on the (cold, wet) ground, and sweet talked him until he sat in may lap. I got up and walked to the door, telling him that running out was bad behavior the whole way back to the door. Once inside, he gave me his entire repertoire of "I love you, please forgive me" moves on the door shelves. This involved a lot of upside-downy heads, head butts, tummy rubs, love nips and nose kisses (from both of us), as well as an extended game of toss-and-fetch the bottle cork. He did most of the tossing, while good slave that I am, I did most of the fetching. I told him what a brat he is, and that I love him even when he's a brat... Mark, I'm so glad you could coax him on your lap. I'll have to remember that if any of mine get out. Good job! Head scritches for Little Boy. -- CAPSLOCK–Preventing Login Since 1980. |
Ack! Little Boy ran outside
"Mark Edwards" wrote in message
m... Whee! Little Boy ran out the door when I opened it to see who was knocking at the door (it was upstairs). Usually, he runs out, then goes around to the opposite door and lies down to wait on me, so I took my time to get food for Chollie. I put crunchies out for Chollie, and saw Little Boy prancing around the courtyard. Well, I was in shorts and a tshirt, so I went after Little Boy, which resulted in one fulkl round of the building, in 40F degree weather. So I went back in, put on jeans (still wearing a tshirt), grabbed a flashlight, and went looking for Little Boy and hoping nobody called in a "strange man with a flashlight" report to the police, because I had beer on my breath. I walked around the building at least three times, saw Little Boy several times, and he ran off each time. Finally, I had a great idea - Little Boy is morally unable to resist an empty lap, so next time I saw him, I turned off the flashlight, sat down on the (cold, wet) ground, and sweet talked him until he sat in may lap. I got up and walked to the door, telling him that running out was bad behavior the whole way back to the door. Once inside, he gave me his entire repertoire of "I love you, please forgive me" moves on the door shelves. This involved a lot of upside-downy heads, head butts, tummy rubs, love nips and nose kisses (from both of us), as well as an extended game of toss-and-fetch the bottle cork. He did most of the tossing, while good slave that I am, I did most of the fetching. I told him what a brat he is, and that I love him even when he's a brat... I hope your cats appreciate how lucky they are to have you. -- Joy Red earth and blue sea Ancient land of mystery You call out to me. -- Australia Haiku by Joy Gaylord |
Ack! Little Boy ran outside
"Mark Edwards" wrote in message m... Whee! Little Boy ran out the door when I opened it to see who was knocking at the door (it was upstairs). Usually, he runs out, then goes around to the opposite door and lies down to wait on me, so I took my time to get food for Chollie. I put crunchies out for Chollie, and saw Little Boy prancing around the courtyard. Well, I was in shorts and a tshirt, so I went after Little Boy, which resulted in one fulkl round of the building, in 40F degree weather. So I went back in, put on jeans (still wearing a tshirt), grabbed a flashlight, and went looking for Little Boy and hoping nobody called in a "strange man with a flashlight" report to the police, because I had beer on my breath. I walked around the building at least three times, saw Little Boy several times, and he ran off each time. Finally, I had a great idea - Little Boy is morally unable to resist an empty lap, so next time I saw him, I turned off the flashlight, sat down on the (cold, wet) ground, and sweet talked him until he sat in may lap. I got up and walked to the door, telling him that running out was bad behavior the whole way back to the door. Once inside, he gave me his entire repertoire of "I love you, please forgive me" moves on the door shelves. This involved a lot of upside-downy heads, head butts, tummy rubs, love nips and nose kisses (from both of us), as well as an extended game of toss-and-fetch the bottle cork. He did most of the tossing, while good slave that I am, I did most of the fetching. I told him what a brat he is, and that I love him even when he's a brat... Is it very dangerous outside for him? What could happen? just want to know the dangers he faces where you live, to make me glad that Boyfie doesn't. Is it traffic? Mountain lions, bears? Us Brits know y'all have alligators and all that in the USA. |
Ack! Little Boy ran outside
Mark Edwards wrote:
...as well as an extended game of toss-and-fetch the bottle cork. He did most of the tossing, while good slave that I am, I did most of the fetching. We all know that our cats have us well-trained, but this goes well above and beyond. :) -- Joyce "Sentimentality" -- that's what we call the sentiment we don't share. -- Graham Greene |
Ack! Little Boy ran outside
No cluons were harmed when "Christina Websell"
wrote: Is it very dangerous outside for him? What could happen? just want to know the dangers he faces where you live, to make me glad that Boyfie doesn't. Children with BB guns. And pterodactyls. Hugs and Purrs, Mark -- Proof of sanity forged upon request |
Ack! Little Boy ran outside
On Wed, 18 Dec 2013 15:44:10 -0600, Mark Edwards
wrote: No cluons were harmed when "Christina Websell" wrote: Is it very dangerous outside for him? What could happen? just want to know the dangers he faces where you live, to make me glad that Boyfie doesn't. Children with BB guns. And pterodactyls. That doesn't sound accurate! I thought you were in Texas, so kitties should be cautious of children with shotguns, but not of pterodactyls. |
Ack! Little Boy ran outside
"Takayuki" wrote in message
... On Wed, 18 Dec 2013 15:44:10 -0600, Mark Edwards wrote: No cluons were harmed when "Christina Websell" wrote: Is it very dangerous outside for him? What could happen? just want to know the dangers he faces where you live, to make me glad that Boyfie doesn't. Children with BB guns. And pterodactyls. That doesn't sound accurate! I thought you were in Texas, so kitties should be cautious of children with shotguns, but not of pterodactyls. T-Rexes, maybe? -- Joy Kakadu National Park Crocodiles basking Aboriginal rock art Jabiru fishing --- Australia Haiku by Joy Gaylord |
Ack! Little Boy ran outside
Takayuki wrote:
On Wed, 18 Dec 2013 15:44:10 -0600, Mark Edwards wrote: No cluons were harmed when "Christina Websell" wrote: Is it very dangerous outside for him? What could happen? just want to know the dangers he faces where you live, to make me glad that Boyfie doesn't. Children with BB guns. And pterodactyls. That doesn't sound accurate! I thought you were in Texas, so kitties should be cautious of children with shotguns, but not of pterodactyls. Things have changed. Pterodactyls used to live far south of the US, but they've been slowly migrating north and have been seen in several southern US states such as Texas and Florida. It's like killer bees. -- Joyce Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me, either. Just leave me the hell alone. -- Unknown |
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