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This is just too funny not to pass along. If you have read it before,
read it again and laugh. Sorry guys, you might not think its funny, but
it really is!!!
Cat Lover or Not, this is hysterical!
We've all had trouble with our animals, but I don't think anyone can top
this one:
Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate
my excuse,
I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying.
On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the
truth
was just too darned humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a
head injury,
and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I
reasoned, I could
think up a doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head. The
accident
occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute
little kitty.
Initially, the new acquisition was no problem
.
Then one morning, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my
wife,
Deb, call out to me from the kitchen.
"Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it."
"You know where the button is," I protested through the shower
pitter-patter
and steam. "Reset it yourself!"
"But I'm scared!" she persisted. "What if it starts going and sucks me
in?" There
was a meaningful pause and then, "C'mon, it'll only take you a second."
So out I came, dripping wet and butt naked, hoping that my silent outraged
nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behavior as
extremely cowardly.
Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find
the button. It is the last action I remember performing.
It struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances.
No, it
wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It
was our
new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she spied
hanging
between my legs She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I
reached under the sink. And, at the precise moment when I was most
vulnerable,
she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her
needle-like
claws. I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements,
blindly
rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten
hanging from my
masculine region.
Wild animals are sometimes faced with a "fight or flight" syndrome. Men,
in this
predicament, choose only the "flight" option. I know this from experience.
I was
fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and
forcefully
impeded my ascent. The impact knocked me out cold.
When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Now there are
not many things in this life worse than finding onese lf lying on the
kitchen
floor butt naked in front of a group of "been-there, done-that"
paramedics.
Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all
snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying
to
suppress their hysterical laughter......and not succeeding.
Somehow I lived through it all. A few days later I finally made it back in
to
the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me about
my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk about,
which it was. "What's the matter?" They all asked, "Cat got your tongue?"
If they only knew!
Why is it that only the women laugh at this?
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still laughing here but I can understand that my husband won't find it as funny!
Marion
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Hugs &
Okay needed that. :crackup: :crackup: