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| Pawns in their Paws |
| 06.09.04 (8:09 pm) [edit] |
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My pal shespecies blogged today about her precious kitten Jonathan playing hide & seek and giving his 'mom' a heart attack. It reminded me of an adventure I had once... (great segue, right?) It was a rainy Saturday evening in February and I was getting ready to head out to meet a 'gentleman' for dinner/drinks. (First date, so I was meeting him there to decide if he wasn't a psychopath and could learn my last name and where I lived...) Anyway... I run outside to get the mail - it's just drizzling -and it's starting to get dark. Upon coming back to the front door, Sassy, my solid-black cat, decides to make a mad dash out the front door. I think "Shit!" So I'm following her around the yard. Of course, she thinks this is great fun and a game. My back yard is surrounded by a 8ft fence, but there is 12 inches between my fence and my neighbors fence. And guess where that little fucker decides to run? Yep. So she's in my neighbor behind me's yard. I have to get in my car and drive around the f'ing neighborhood to his back yard. She sees my flashlight and runs back thru the space between the fences so she's back at the side of my house. Back in my car, cursing like a sailor, I grab my cell phone and call my 'date' to tell him I was in a predicament and would probably be running late. He sounded pissed and talking about how hard our reservation was to get. (It WOULD have been nice had he offered to come over and help me, but he didn't.) I said "It would be a lot faster if someone could help me corner her. (His reply was that he'd be at the bar waiting...) This back and forth with me and the cat (I was too pissed to call her Sassy at this point because I was wet, cold and ready to skin her alive) went on for a good 30 mins. (Meanwhile, my 'former date' called back being an ass telling me they would hold the table for another 15 mins. I told him to enjoy dinner and I wouldn't be making it) After an hour of chasing this damn cat, I was ready to say 'f. it and let her spend the night out in the rain and learn a lesson.' But I knew if I found her hit by a car in the a.m., I'd never forgive myself... FINALLY, that little fucker had enough and was sitting on the front door stoop waiting for me to let her in - as if saying 'what took you so long?' To this day, I cannot use the word 'bad' without her shirking in fear because I called her that about 1000 times that night. And she never steps out that door without me giving her permission. And, that guy never called to ask if I found her. Bastard. |
posted by: misskendy (reply)
post date: 06.09.04 (8:46 pm)
Baaaaaaaaad kitty! LOL and never date guys that don't own cats! :P
posted by: SheSpecies (reply)
post date: 06.09.04 (9:10 pm)
LOL That was SOOO entertaining!!
OMG that date sounds like a serious jerkoff...and NOT an animal lover which would have been doomed anyway...bastard! LOL
Poor Sassy-pooh...well, retrospectively speaking, she may have just saved your ass from a psycho jackass boyfriend. AND she's a better trained cat now for it! LOL
Great blog, Scub!!
posted by: XAirborneRTO (reply)
post date: 06.10.04 (4:25 am)
Hummm.....never heard of a straight woman chasing pussy around, but then again, I have heard (and seen) stranger things....(grin).
You know I LUV you Diva hon, so don't nuke me.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 06.10.04 (4:41 am)
Reply to: XAirborneRTO
LMAO. I don't think I am going to ask what those stranger things are. It might traumatize me.
And compared to your son's cooking, I don't think I could do nearly as much damage to you as he can. So, no nukes from me. (You're already down for the count...)
Need you to get better to carry my tanks. LMAO
posted by: J (reply)
post date: 06.10.04 (6:07 am)
lol yeah..men can be bastards. why would he care if u found her? his nite of staring at your chest and trying to get drinks into u was canceled.
posted by: almsthvn (reply)
post date: 06.10.04 (8:14 am)
Good kitty! Saved you from a horrid night, it sounds. They know more than they say, those cats of ours :)
posted by: XAirborneRTO (reply)
post date: 06.10.04 (4:01 pm)
Now Diva, you know I transferred from Key Weird, I mean West....(grin)...so the strangness factor for me was WAY up there for a bit.
We gonna have to sit down some night, and let me stare deeply into your eyes, and tell you all about it.
As for carrying your tanks, not a prob, as long as you carry mine..and I have a set of twin 80's...(grin)...oh wait, you dive tri mix, dont you? Hummm.......
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 06.11.04 (3:22 am)
Reply to: XAirborneRTO
Hey, maybe you'll be healed in time to go to Fantasy Fest back down there since you love K.W. so much! LOL
Tri-mix = too much effort and cold water. I'm happy floating around with Nitrox. (And I carry my own tanks - unless they are steel, when I flirt and find some strappin' local to tote them for me)
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 06.11.04 (3:24 am)
And if you sat there staring deeply into my eyes, I'd probably start cracking up hysterically.
posted by: XAirborneRTO (reply)
post date: 06.11.04 (4:16 am)
(shudder)...Fantasy Fest, just the THOUGHT gives me the willies...you would not BELIEVE the stuff I say (which I wish I hadn't). Now, if I could convince you to go with me, so I could see some old buds, at the SF SCUBA School, we could go to Finnegan's Wake, and then to Irish Kevin's, and then to Sloppy Joes, and finish the night at Durty Harry's...sound like a plan?
Or, we could just head for a nice quiet island somewhere, rent a small bungalow, get us a dive boat and guide, and then just do some diving, and then head back to just chill, and watch the waves...what you think?
posted by: XAirborneRTO (reply)
post date: 06.11.04 (4:17 am)
As for you cracking up about me staring into your eyes...bahhh, that is how I mesmerize my prey, I mean victims, err...DATES, how I get all my dates...(grin)
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 06.11.04 (4:29 am)
Reply to: XAirborneRTO
Oh, I figured you just threw them in handcuffs - that way they'd have no choice.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 06.11.04 (4:32 am)
Reply to: XAirborneRTO
Would these pals be able to share some shockingly amusing and embarrassing stories about you? I'm game!
They have waves in the Keys? As long as I have an industrial-size bottle of mosquito spray, I'm practically packed! Sounds fun but your ass needs to heal first.
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