bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- girl with toothpaste V. kitty V. hungry mocking bird V. pre-coital Fireflies So yesterday, when i got home from work, i decided i would alternate cleaning up my apartment and work on a painting. Usually, when i do either of those tasks, my cat Sadie Talullah LaRue, likes to - uh...help...in her own dear little feline way. So, i let her out in the front yard of my apartment building because she's *Realllllly* good about not going anywhere but the bush in the front yard trying to get the birdies Past tense: (kinda related note) so saturday, before the dismemberment plan show, while i was brushing my teeth, i remembered i had let sadie outside, so i ran downstairs, toothbrush in hand, and tried to call her inside....except she was hellbent on getting this cute mocking bird which was hell bent on getting the first fireflies of the season which were hellbent on mating and lighting up their heiney's...what do you suppose that light-up gel stuff tastes like? It can't be good....anyway.... The mocking bird is squawking at me to get my cat outta here (I could just tell ok? Fuck those doctor doolittle jokes now y'all) so i'm actually talking to the bird, trying to explain to it, i most certainly will remove sadie as soon as i can- just hang on. i am most endebted to the mocking birds outside my apartment building because they eat the big roaches. i have seen 'em do it, and i have thanked them profusely...So, i gently let go of the door, so it doesn't automatically lock and i can get back in, because my keys are upstairs...i stick my toothbrush in my mouth, grab sadie who is all squirmy with the anticipation of bloodshed and she wriggles outta my hands as i have the door open and SLAM! shuts the door. now i'm locked out with a mouth full of toothpaste, a blood thirsty kitty, and a pissed off and hungry mocking bird. What's a girl to do other than spit? So....back to present tense: So last night i go outside to round up the herd and she's nowhere to be seen or heard....I call her name (which she always responds to) and nothing. no meow's, no chirpy bgrrrr's...no jingly tags, nothin'.....i run back upstairs and get her treats so i'm walking around my neigborhood at 10 at night shaking a bag and calling her name...nothing... i'm actually kinda freaked out but i figure she'll be home, and i don't see any furry lumps on independance or 7th so i'm all right. At 12:30 i get a call from a neighbor two houses away....sadie has gotten her fat ass lodged in a tree... no lie. she is big, and she was waaaaaaaaaaaaaay up a tree. I climbed the ladder and got her and all was ok. i think my neighbor was pissed, but it turns out he's a playwright and so we bonded over theatre....but suffice it to say, miss la rue has lost her outside privilages for awhile. dumb but true story. please save me from being a cat lady.... 14:47:19 - 2000-06-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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