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Spice was up a tree! High!!!!
Morgan was ready to call in the National Guard. She got the standard–they don’t find cat skeletons in trees, do they?–reminder……. Wasn’t impressed. She got out the flashlight in case Spice didn’t know which way was down.
Maybe I shoulda let her call in the National Guard. There’d be Spice, just chillin’ in a tree, and the National Guard could show up in their tanks and helicopters and flak jackets. OHMYGOD, it’s a CAT IN A TREE! THAT’S NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE!
She was sitting on the porch swing yesterday and I bet she was stuck there, too. She was probably stuck with her head in the food dish this morning. GOOD THING WE’VE GOT HELICOPTERS AND TANKS AND CUTE NATIONAL GUARD BOYS!
Oh, wait…… Yes, let’s DO call them……..:wigglebrow:
Posted by Suzanne McMinn on May 31, 2006
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Last day of school!
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I know! Tell her you’ll open a can of people tuna just for her if she comes down.
Maybe if you cut down all the really tall trees around your house….
Seriously, you know she’ll come down when she is good and ready. And you could always call a ridiculously good-looking fireman to get her down.
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PS … don’t try the firemen … they have the same cat-in-tree-guidbook.
Loreth
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But now that we know Spice is safely grounded……
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How come there are so many stories of kind-hearted firefighters rescuing pets, especially cats?
Uh, come to think of it, the guy upstairs who sometimes has to get rushed to the hospital by ambulance has to *pay* for the privilege!!! Service just ain’t what it used to be, that’s for sure. You can’t afford a car so that you can get there without calling an ambulance so you get to pay for the ambulence when you’re already on disability pension and hardly able to eat. Sure makes sense.:wall:
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I had the stupidest Siamese cat ever known in the history of man who climbed an oak tree by my home when I was younger. My step-dad said, “It’ll come down.”
Three days later… “When he gets hungry, he’ll come down.”
A week later, when the crying from the tree was fading away, “Don’t worry… they always come down.”
He never came down.