MauiRob sent that too me the other day. Having been in a not so very, yet similar situation one time I didn't find it quite as humorous as some others might.
I had went into the attic of the converted milk house we lived in that had never had been insulated, and therefore had hollow walls, to remove a cat and her kittens that yowled all night long while we were trying to sleep.
I had removed several, but the momma cat was about half feral and wouldn't let adults get near her although all of the kids could, guess the adults had kicked at her to get out from underfoot too much in the past.
Anyway I had her pretty near the door when she cut and run behind me, for about the umpteenth time. When I turned to go after her again I slipped and when I slipped she ran right under me.
This all happened very quick!
When I slipped, one foot, and consequently leg, went out the attic door to the outside. The other foot and leg went through the condamned ceiling! and my ass had the half feral cat trapped between my ass and the 2" x 4" sill, as well as the cat, that I was setting on!
Needless to say neither the cat nor I was deleriously happy at the moment as the cat was trapped and I was more than half racked!!!!:grumpy:
The cat was scratching and biting at my ass while I had the claw hammer trying to hit the damned cat but couldn't get a decent swing to put her and consequently me----- outta our misery!
I really don't know how I finally got off of the damned half feral momma cat but I did. I don't know which of us were in the worst condition. Even though I was wearing Levi's I had numerous bite and scratch marks on my ass but thankfully none were as bad as they could've been.
I must've got a good lick or two in with the claw hammer because the half feral momma cat kinda sorta walked at a sideways angle for a few months after that.
Also she wouldn't let even the kids approach her anymore either, guess she had her fill of human beings.
In spite of all that I don't hate cats, nor do I merely tolerate them. There are a few cats that I do actually like and get along with alright.
But come to find out I am allergic to the damned things and as much as I try to avoid them when we go to someone's place that has cats they invaribaly want to be all over me!:grumpy:
I don't know if it's the result of numerous cat bites and scratches on my ass when I was about 19 or just something that happened as I got older.
I even had a couple of cats when I was a kid,one named Boots, was a strange cat that acted more like a dog than a cat in many ways, even had Boots trained to come when I whistled like I would for a dog.
Boots was a good ol' cat and traveled well. Almost thought we were going to have to leave him one morning because he wasn't at the motel door the next morning. He would yowl to be let out if we were traveling if he had to go number 2 but that's another cat story.
