"Rescuing" a cat

"O J" wrote in message
...
Hi All,

My wife and I used to live in a nice apartment with a path
between it and the next building. You could park on the street back
past the path and walk through to go in the front door.

For almost a week, we had seen the same orange male sitting at
about eye level in the crotch of a tree on the path and seemingly, he
had never moved. We first saw him there on Monday, and by Friday Lynda
requested that I 'do something' about the cat. I demurred, claiming
that the cat could almost certainly take care of himself and that he
would come down when he got tired, bored, or hungry. My protestations
were of no avail however, and I soon found myself proceeding
downstairs while donning a pair of thick leather gloves.

As I got the tree, I started talking to the cat, calling him
sweet puss and other blandishments. I was just about to test the
protection that I hoped would be provided by the leather gloves when a
face appeared in the window on the side of the building. The woman
attached to the face asked me pointedly just what did I think I was
doing with that cat.

I replied that I supposed that it depended on who you asked. I
stated that if you were to ask my wife, I was rescuing the cat, but if
you asked me I was making a damn fool of myself.

As it turned out, Stinkpaw was her cat and he just liked to be
close to home even though he liked to do it from outdoors. Oh well,
it wasn't the first time I had felt like a fool and had proved myself
correct.

Regards and Purrs,
O J

Stinkpaw?? LOL!! Well, that was quite entertaining for us anyway

Karen

"O J" wrote in message
...
Hi All,

My wife and I used to live in a nice apartment with a path
between it and the next building. You could park on the street back
past the path and walk through to go in the front door.

For almost a week, we had seen the same orange male sitting at
about eye level in the crotch of a tree on the path and seemingly, he
had never moved. We first saw him there on Monday, and by Friday Lynda
requested that I 'do something' about the cat. I demurred, claiming
that the cat could almost certainly take care of himself and that he
would come down when he got tired, bored, or hungry. My protestations
were of no avail however, and I soon found myself proceeding
downstairs while donning a pair of thick leather gloves.

As I got the tree, I started talking to the cat, calling him
sweet puss and other blandishments. I was just about to test the
protection that I hoped would be provided by the leather gloves when a
face appeared in the window on the side of the building. The woman
attached to the face asked me pointedly just what did I think I was
doing with that cat.

I replied that I supposed that it depended on who you asked. I
stated that if you were to ask my wife, I was rescuing the cat, but if
you asked me I was making a damn fool of myself.

As it turned out, Stinkpaw was her cat and he just liked to be
close to home even though he liked to do it from outdoors. Oh well,
it wasn't the first time I had felt like a fool and had proved myself
correct.

Regards and Purrs,
O J

Stinkpaw?? LOL!! Well, that was quite entertaining for us anyway

Karen

well, you were nice to try and 'rescue' Stinkpaw, anyway. I'm sure he
appreciated the effort. They play those little, ******* tricks on us once in
a while, heh.
Jazz & his mama

--

Irulan
from the stars we came, to the stars we return
from now until the end of time


"O J" wrote in message
...
Hi All,

My wife and I used to live in a nice apartment with a path
between it and the next building. You could park on the street back
past the path and walk through to go in the front door.

For almost a week, we had seen the same orange male sitting at
about eye level in the crotch of a tree on the path and seemingly, he
had never moved. We first saw him there on Monday, and by Friday Lynda
requested that I 'do something' about the cat. I demurred, claiming
that the cat could almost certainly take care of himself and that he
would come down when he got tired, bored, or hungry. My protestations
were of no avail however, and I soon found myself proceeding
downstairs while donning a pair of thick leather gloves.

As I got the tree, I started talking to the cat, calling him
sweet puss and other blandishments. I was just about to test the
protection that I hoped would be provided by the leather gloves when a
face appeared in the window on the side of the building. The woman
attached to the face asked me pointedly just what did I think I was
doing with that cat.

I replied that I supposed that it depended on who you asked. I
stated that if you were to ask my wife, I was rescuing the cat, but if
you asked me I was making a damn fool of myself.

As it turned out, Stinkpaw was her cat and he just liked to be
close to home even though he liked to do it from outdoors. Oh well,
it wasn't the first time I had felt like a fool and had proved myself
correct.

Regards and Purrs,
O J

well, you were nice to try and 'rescue' Stinkpaw, anyway. I'm sure he
appreciated the effort. They play those little, ******* tricks on us once in
a while, heh.
Jazz & his mama

--

Irulan
from the stars we came, to the stars we return
from now until the end of time


"O J" wrote in message
...
Hi All,

My wife and I used to live in a nice apartment with a path
between it and the next building. You could park on the street back
past the path and walk through to go in the front door.

For almost a week, we had seen the same orange male sitting at
about eye level in the crotch of a tree on the path and seemingly, he
had never moved. We first saw him there on Monday, and by Friday Lynda
requested that I 'do something' about the cat. I demurred, claiming
that the cat could almost certainly take care of himself and that he
would come down when he got tired, bored, or hungry. My protestations
were of no avail however, and I soon found myself proceeding
downstairs while donning a pair of thick leather gloves.

As I got the tree, I started talking to the cat, calling him
sweet puss and other blandishments. I was just about to test the
protection that I hoped would be provided by the leather gloves when a
face appeared in the window on the side of the building. The woman
attached to the face asked me pointedly just what did I think I was
doing with that cat.

I replied that I supposed that it depended on who you asked. I
stated that if you were to ask my wife, I was rescuing the cat, but if
you asked me I was making a damn fool of myself.

As it turned out, Stinkpaw was her cat and he just liked to be
close to home even though he liked to do it from outdoors. Oh well,
it wasn't the first time I had felt like a fool and had proved myself
correct.

Regards and Purrs,
O J

On Fri, 16 Apr 2004 14:53:14 GMT, O J wrote:

Hi All,

My wife and I used to live in a nice apartment with a path
between it and the next building. You could park on the street back
past the path and walk through to go in the front door.

For almost a week, we had seen the same orange male sitting at
about eye level in the crotch of a tree on the path and seemingly, he
had never moved. We first saw him there on Monday, and by Friday Lynda
requested that I 'do something' about the cat. I demurred, claiming
that the cat could almost certainly take care of himself and that he
would come down when he got tired, bored, or hungry. My protestations
were of no avail however, and I soon found myself proceeding
downstairs while donning a pair of thick leather gloves.

As I got the tree, I started talking to the cat, calling him
sweet puss and other blandishments. I was just about to test the
protection that I hoped would be provided by the leather gloves when a
face appeared in the window on the side of the building. The woman
attached to the face asked me pointedly just what did I think I was
doing with that cat.

I replied that I supposed that it depended on who you asked. I
stated that if you were to ask my wife, I was rescuing the cat, but if
you asked me I was making a damn fool of myself.

As it turned out, Stinkpaw was her cat and he just liked to be
close to home even though he liked to do it from outdoors. Oh well,
it wasn't the first time I had felt like a fool and had proved myself
correct.

Regards and Purrs,
O J

You are "our hero" for trying.. I wonder why he got that name?

On Fri, 16 Apr 2004 14:53:14 GMT, O J wrote:

Hi All,

My wife and I used to live in a nice apartment with a path
between it and the next building. You could park on the street back
past the path and walk through to go in the front door.

For almost a week, we had seen the same orange male sitting at
about eye level in the crotch of a tree on the path and seemingly, he
had never moved. We first saw him there on Monday, and by Friday Lynda
requested that I 'do something' about the cat. I demurred, claiming
that the cat could almost certainly take care of himself and that he
would come down when he got tired, bored, or hungry. My protestations
were of no avail however, and I soon found myself proceeding
downstairs while donning a pair of thick leather gloves.

As I got the tree, I started talking to the cat, calling him
sweet puss and other blandishments. I was just about to test the
protection that I hoped would be provided by the leather gloves when a
face appeared in the window on the side of the building. The woman
attached to the face asked me pointedly just what did I think I was
doing with that cat.

I replied that I supposed that it depended on who you asked. I
stated that if you were to ask my wife, I was rescuing the cat, but if
you asked me I was making a damn fool of myself.

As it turned out, Stinkpaw was her cat and he just liked to be
close to home even though he liked to do it from outdoors. Oh well,
it wasn't the first time I had felt like a fool and had proved myself
correct.

Regards and Purrs,
O J

You are "our hero" for trying.. I wonder why he got that name?

On Fri, 16 Apr 2004 14:53:14 GMT, O J yodeled:

Hi All,

My wife and I used to live in a nice apartment with a path
between it and the next building. You could park on the street back
past the path and walk through to go in the front door.

For almost a week, we had seen the same orange male sitting at
about eye level in the crotch of a tree on the path and seemingly, he
had never moved. We first saw him there on Monday, and by Friday Lynda
requested that I 'do something' about the cat. I demurred, claiming
that the cat could almost certainly take care of himself and that he
would come down when he got tired, bored, or hungry. My protestations
were of no avail however, and I soon found myself proceeding
downstairs while donning a pair of thick leather gloves.

As I got the tree, I started talking to the cat, calling him
sweet puss and other blandishments. I was just about to test the
protection that I hoped would be provided by the leather gloves when a
face appeared in the window on the side of the building. The woman
attached to the face asked me pointedly just what did I think I was
doing with that cat.

I replied that I supposed that it depended on who you asked. I
stated that if you were to ask my wife, I was rescuing the cat, but if
you asked me I was making a damn fool of myself.

As it turned out, Stinkpaw was her cat and he just liked to be
close to home even though he liked to do it from outdoors. Oh well,
it wasn't the first time I had felt like a fool and had proved myself
correct.

Regards and Purrs,
O J


Hee hee. No good deed goes unpunished.



Theresa
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal
claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful.
(Aldous Huxley)

On Fri, 16 Apr 2004 14:53:14 GMT, O J yodeled:

Hi All,

My wife and I used to live in a nice apartment with a path
between it and the next building. You could park on the street back
past the path and walk through to go in the front door.

For almost a week, we had seen the same orange male sitting at
about eye level in the crotch of a tree on the path and seemingly, he
had never moved. We first saw him there on Monday, and by Friday Lynda
requested that I 'do something' about the cat. I demurred, claiming
that the cat could almost certainly take care of himself and that he
would come down when he got tired, bored, or hungry. My protestations
were of no avail however, and I soon found myself proceeding
downstairs while donning a pair of thick leather gloves.

As I got the tree, I started talking to the cat, calling him
sweet puss and other blandishments. I was just about to test the
protection that I hoped would be provided by the leather gloves when a
face appeared in the window on the side of the building. The woman
attached to the face asked me pointedly just what did I think I was
doing with that cat.

I replied that I supposed that it depended on who you asked. I
stated that if you were to ask my wife, I was rescuing the cat, but if
you asked me I was making a damn fool of myself.

As it turned out, Stinkpaw was her cat and he just liked to be
close to home even though he liked to do it from outdoors. Oh well,
it wasn't the first time I had felt like a fool and had proved myself
correct.

Regards and Purrs,
O J


Hee hee. No good deed goes unpunished.



Theresa
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal
claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful.
(Aldous Huxley)

"STINKPAW"? And supposedly she loved that cat......LOL.

"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
...
: On Fri, 16 Apr 2004 14:53:14 GMT, O J yodeled:
:
: Hi All,
:
: My wife and I used to live in a nice apartment with a path
: between it and the next building. You could park on the street back
: past the path and walk through to go in the front door.
:
: For almost a week, we had seen the same orange male sitting at
: about eye level in the crotch of a tree on the path and seemingly, he
: had never moved. We first saw him there on Monday, and by Friday Lynda
: requested that I 'do something' about the cat. I demurred, claiming
: that the cat could almost certainly take care of himself and that he
: would come down when he got tired, bored, or hungry. My protestations
: were of no avail however, and I soon found myself proceeding
: downstairs while donning a pair of thick leather gloves.
:
: As I got the tree, I started talking to the cat, calling him
: sweet puss and other blandishments. I was just about to test the
: protection that I hoped would be provided by the leather gloves when a
: face appeared in the window on the side of the building. The woman
: attached to the face asked me pointedly just what did I think I was
: doing with that cat.
:
: I replied that I supposed that it depended on who you asked. I
: stated that if you were to ask my wife, I was rescuing the cat, but if
: you asked me I was making a damn fool of myself.
:
: As it turned out, Stinkpaw was her cat and he just liked to be
: close to home even though he liked to do it from outdoors. Oh well,
: it wasn't the first time I had felt like a fool and had proved myself
: correct.
:
: Regards and Purrs,
: O J
:
:
: Hee hee. No good deed goes unpunished.
:
:
:
: Theresa
: alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/
:
: Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal
: claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply
disgraceful.
: (Aldous Huxley)

"STINKPAW"? And supposedly she loved that cat......LOL.

"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
...
: On Fri, 16 Apr 2004 14:53:14 GMT, O J yodeled:
:
: Hi All,
:
: My wife and I used to live in a nice apartment with a path
: between it and the next building. You could park on the street back
: past the path and walk through to go in the front door.
:
: For almost a week, we had seen the same orange male sitting at
: about eye level in the crotch of a tree on the path and seemingly, he
: had never moved. We first saw him there on Monday, and by Friday Lynda
: requested that I 'do something' about the cat. I demurred, claiming
: that the cat could almost certainly take care of himself and that he
: would come down when he got tired, bored, or hungry. My protestations
: were of no avail however, and I soon found myself proceeding
: downstairs while donning a pair of thick leather gloves.
:
: As I got the tree, I started talking to the cat, calling him
: sweet puss and other blandishments. I was just about to test the
: protection that I hoped would be provided by the leather gloves when a
: face appeared in the window on the side of the building. The woman
: attached to the face asked me pointedly just what did I think I was
: doing with that cat.
:
: I replied that I supposed that it depended on who you asked. I
: stated that if you were to ask my wife, I was rescuing the cat, but if
: you asked me I was making a damn fool of myself.
:
: As it turned out, Stinkpaw was her cat and he just liked to be
: close to home even though he liked to do it from outdoors. Oh well,
: it wasn't the first time I had felt like a fool and had proved myself
: correct.
:
: Regards and Purrs,
: O J
:
:
: Hee hee. No good deed goes unpunished.
:
:
:
: Theresa
: alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/
:
: Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal
: claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply
disgraceful.
: (Aldous Huxley)