[TheForge] Testing...ot Maine Coons revisited

[Grover Richardson]

One doesn't need soap operas when one has family and friends, or neighbors
close in<G>.

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[mailto:theforge-bounces at mailman.qth.net] On Behalf Of Michael H. Murphy
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Man, you gotta get these things down in writing for posterity.  I have lived
with cats on and off for many years, although never with a Maine Coon.  I
know your story is true; no one could make up one like that.

Thanks

Murf
 
	The last true story<G>.

	The wife got home one day and was unloading groceries and looked for
the cat.  It was nowhere to be found.  But she did hear a distant and
faint...meew meeew meeew.
	She searched the house...but found not the cat.
	So she unloaded the groceries.
	Later, when nature called, she firmly ensconced herself upon the
porcelain throne.
	Hearing a plaintiff meew meeew meew to the right side of her face
she turned her head.... and was face to face with the cat- which was in the
window.
	You see, our first house was World War II executive housing.  And
what served for executives in WWII is not considered that now a days.
	Anyway, the windows were the old wood ones with window weights on
ropes.  These ropes are hidden in the walls so that they go bump in the
night when you open or close the windows.  Over time, the ropes broke.  So
in order to get air into the bathroom, it was necessary to prop the window
open with an empty shampoo bottle. 
	The cat loved to sun in the window.
	When the cat turned over and stretched....likely as not, it would
kick out the shampoo bottle.
	When the window slammed shut....likely as not, the cat would jump in
the RIGHT direction.  Sometimes it didn't.
	So the effect viewed by the wife was of road kill kittie, caught
between the window and the screen.  Very thin, very unhappy, and been there
a long time.
	'nuf for now.