14 Oct 05 Cat Fishing
Pretty quiet on the eastern front today. We’ve had quite a bit of drizzling rain the last few days. It is still overcast today so that rules out a fishing expedition. Though I did catch a cat yesterday on a white and red Shad dart. No, not a catfish - a literal cat.
Our psycho cat wandered into the basement and was batting around a Shad Dart (a gold hook with a weighted body painted red and white) Reese had tied to a stick. We heard this funny sound as she was running through the house. We have wood floors and we didn’t think the cat had suddenly discovered a love of tap dancing.
Scared as she was, she let me approach and I saw she had hooked herself on said fishing lure. The upside was she had run so much it had pushed the hook all the way through one of her claw pads. Thus, I was able to clip off the barb and slide the remaining shank out. Good thing I had completed that Time / Life series on Veterinary Medicine.
Those of you with cats realize the delicate nature of this procedure. She was mad, wanted to scratch and bite me but somehow was able to realize I was trying to help her.
Here is a picture of me executing the delicate procedure:
What can I say? It was the saintly thing to do!
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Nice robes Randy. Did you get them at the Zoe Conference?
And yes, I’m amazed your cat didn’t attempt to scratch your eyes out. I guess that option wasn’t available since you had your cat on the hook.
By the way, your cat looks like it has a 5:00 shadow.
As a cat conniseur (I’m shur that’s not spelt right!), I can say you deserve a Nobel Peace Prize for this one!
Nice house.
I recognized Beth in the background with her arms crossed.
And Reese with the monk haircut, is that what all the kids are into these days? Just goes to show that EVENTUALLY all trends and fashions come back into style.
That’s a funny story! Thanks for starting my day with a laugh.
Greg, no cries of sorrow for Randy’s “cat-fish?”
That blog reminds me of the story that Mike Cope told at Zoe 2 years ago. He told the funniest story about how to give a pill to a cat. It was this long ordeal with several steps. You can probably find the story on the net somewhere.
A true fisherman; never let the rain dampen the adventure, then tame the wild out of the lyon for a hook of a story. Now thats a true fisherman.(how big was it?)
I don’t know nothin about catchin no fish. But the story cracked me up.
Can I call you “Randocles”?
I seem to recall you had more hair the last time I saw you. Is this all part of mixing it up for worship?
For “mixing it with the hair,” see my blog at http://cwinwc.blogspot.com/
Go to picture at my blog entitled “Zoe / Swamped” for latest Randy-do.
I once stuck a dart in Fred, Beth’s cat. It really was an accident. Really.
There are many other things I’d like to say about cats but I don’t want to make enemies. jcpefwn