NOTICE-THIS IS AN EQUAL OPPORTUNITY TONGUE-IN-CHEEK BLOG.
This is a true story. Not even the names have been changed. It's highly likely that this story has been told somewhere in blogger sphere already, but I had not heard of it.
It's exactly the kind of thing that might happen to me and my wife...and maybe you.
Since it's copyrighted, I'll have to direct you to the snope.com source article, Catch of the Day. It's long, but worth it, because the situation gets worse, and worse, and worse, and...
http://www.snopes.com/critters/disposal/catchday.asp
17 comments:
That is incredibly funny. That poor cat.
Lou---You've not heard of it in NZ. I wondered. This is nothing in the category of the disposal story, but cats are incredible. In the dark the other night, I got out of bed, trying to be quite, and stepped right on one of our cats head...I mean hard. It yelped and took off. Of course I fell on the floor, almost breaking my leg, and I thought for sure I had smashed it's head. Nope. It was glaring at me, but otherwise ok. I pulled a muscle.
Nine lives is true. Cats seem to get themselves into and out of incredible jams.
I have a hard time believing it, but I've owned cats all my life so I know it is probably true.
"It's very disturbing to see the headless body of your cat in the sink" Hahahahahahahaha!
I'm surprised that Johnson's baby shampoo didn't work. I thought that stuff was magic. Fairies, I believed, lived off the stuff. Ah well, you learn new things every day. Today I learned that so-called "voice capturing" machines used by customer service departments are the closest thing to hell that there is on earth.
Mr. C---which makes them so appealing.
EoR---the only reason I believe it is because there was a local article about it, and it was based on police call records. But as you say, exactly the kind of thing a cat would do.
Diane---Har har har har.
Mo---fairies...baby shampoo? Fairies and elves live off of meat only diets, and their ears are pointed because they DON'T eat vegetables...this is what I tell our children.
Hey, the voice capturing machines hell thing you mentioned...I went over to your place and...nada. Something about throwing teabags. Que pasa?
Scopes.com has verified it as true, and I believe it.
Our cat followed me out through the patio door in the wee hours as I was going for a smoke but I didn't see him (lights off, black cat). I did hear the clunk as I closed the door on his head, though...
He avoided going outside for a few days after that.
Cats are a breed apart.
I think it wins mainly because of the way it was written, which was excellent.
The true lesson of the story is never talk to a reporter if you want facts accurately represented. Offer instead to write the article for them.
Poor Rudy.... yikes! The headless body ? I read the whole story, thanks JJ.
Doug---your cat must be related to mine. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Punch---as are cat owners.
Simon---Agreed. I believe I read that she is a professor, or lecturer of English Lit...could be wrong.
wm---good idea. I had that happen to me once. They didn't misquote...they flat out put words in my mouth that I didn't say. I gave them hell...didn't matter.
Judy---Checked your disposal lately?
JJ... This has nothing to do with cats but everything to do with the story. The two cops. Each owned businesses outside of their jobs. Most firemen do as well. Is it because they are paid so poorly? Not. Is it because they have plenty of free time to manage them? Probably. Is it because cops and firemen are somehow in positions to drive customers to their businesses? I don't know. But I do know that nearly every policeman's or fireman's home I've ever seen was in a very nice neighborhood with big new luxury cars or trucks, motor homes and boats parked in the driveway. Why do you suppose that is?
Mr. C---they are frugal?
I wonder if you put the cat in the disposal would the dog be the next one to get a head stuck in there?
wm---at this point the disposal food chain comes to a halt because of size restrictions...unless of course it's a Chihuahua. Which reminds me of a former girl friend who owned a Chihuahua named poopoo...which I would have gladly put in a disposal, had she had one...but that's a different food chain story.
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