AmberLee
06-13-2001, 12:39 PM
Fellow Cat Lovers, beware of vicious, attacking milk jug rings!
Apparently I fell asleep again after turning off the alarm this morning (not the astonishing part) and one of my feet must have been outside the blanket. A vile, evil rogue milk jug ring must have timed his attack carefully for just this moment. Fortunately my hero cat, Cassy, was alert for just this sort of sneak attack. He pounced, he fought, he conquered the vile and sneaky milk jug ring!
The first I learned of this 'Pearl Harbor'-esque attack came with a sharp pain in my foot. I squealed and the blankets exploded with a pin-wheeling, wounded, Mommy. Cassy was busy with his brave defense throughout this turmoil. The captured milk jug ring isn't talking, but the scratch marks on my foot are curved suspiciously like a m.j.r. and SOMETHING set Cassy off, didn't it?
Since m.j.r.s rarely attack spontaneously, I was concerned it might be rabid. Fortunately, research shows plastic does not carry rabies so Cassy and I are safe.
I'm limping a bit now and rather sore, but am trying to come up with a suitable reward for my valiant furry hero. Right now a pedicure seems a very fitting reward, but he hates them. Possibly a full-body massage after would make this more acceptable?
Just wanted you to be alert to the dangers that may be lurking in your refrigerator, under your stove, around your home…
Apparently I fell asleep again after turning off the alarm this morning (not the astonishing part) and one of my feet must have been outside the blanket. A vile, evil rogue milk jug ring must have timed his attack carefully for just this moment. Fortunately my hero cat, Cassy, was alert for just this sort of sneak attack. He pounced, he fought, he conquered the vile and sneaky milk jug ring!
The first I learned of this 'Pearl Harbor'-esque attack came with a sharp pain in my foot. I squealed and the blankets exploded with a pin-wheeling, wounded, Mommy. Cassy was busy with his brave defense throughout this turmoil. The captured milk jug ring isn't talking, but the scratch marks on my foot are curved suspiciously like a m.j.r. and SOMETHING set Cassy off, didn't it?
Since m.j.r.s rarely attack spontaneously, I was concerned it might be rabid. Fortunately, research shows plastic does not carry rabies so Cassy and I are safe.
I'm limping a bit now and rather sore, but am trying to come up with a suitable reward for my valiant furry hero. Right now a pedicure seems a very fitting reward, but he hates them. Possibly a full-body massage after would make this more acceptable?
Just wanted you to be alert to the dangers that may be lurking in your refrigerator, under your stove, around your home…