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Tue 18 Jan, 2005 07:08 pm
I have an amusing story about something my cat did today. I was walking out to check my mail and noticed Wench (cat's name) sitting on the top rail of the split-rail fence. She was staring in the weeds intently at something, her tail wagging back and forth in an excited fashion. Suddenly she lept. Now invisible because of the height of the weeds I could only watch the weeds thrash about as Wench fought something. Then there was silence and all movement ceased.
I hadn't realized until that moment that I was frozen like a statue on the driveway, so caught up was I in this feline melodrama.
Then the grass started moving again and Wench came out with a startled leprechaun in her mouth. His arms and legs were flailing about and when he saw me standing there he started to open his mouth to scream something, but just like that Wench snapped her head back, pulling him into her mouth. There was a sudden crunch of bones, a gulp, and any hope that I could have ever helped that poor leprechaun was suddenly whisked away toward the belly of the beast. The beast, of course, being my lovely cat.
I just thought it was kind of amusing in a macabre sort of way and thought I would pass it along.
Has your cat ever eaten a leprechaun?
Please share.
I didn't know you lived in Ireland.
Nah - mine do eat gum-nut babies, though....
guess this saves you .40 cents or so since she worked for her own meal?
Would have been more exciting had the leprechaun eaten the cat and gus.
The cats in my neighborhood are clever-
My neighbor absolutely hated his wife's cat and decided to get rid of him one day by driving him 20 blocks from his home and leaving him at the park.
As he was getting home, the cat was walking up the driveway.
The next day he decided to drive the cat 40 blocks away. He put the beast out and headed home.
Driving back up his driveway, there was the cat!
He kept taking the cat further and further and the cat would always beat him home. At last he decided to drive a few miles away, turn right, then left, past the bridge, then right again and another right until he reached what he thought was a safe distance from his home and left the cat there.
Hours later my neighbor calls home to his wife: "Jen, is the cat there?"
"Yes", the wife answers, "why do you ask?"
Frustrated, my neighbor answered, "Put that son of a bitch on the phone, I'm lost and need directions!"
You're a sick person, Brand X.
I don't care how long it takes, even to the end of time, but I will get you for that statement.
Nah, he's never captured a leprechaun (wrong country) but he's a right devil when staking meeces. And the post-kill shenanigans! Ugh!
My cat's a lover, not a fighter. But, he will attack the dog on occasion.
Can I have, what gustav is smoking?
Calamity Jane wrote:Can I have, what gustav is smoking?
You couldn't handle what I'm smoking, CJ. They'd have to institutionalize you.
I'm almost certain of that!
your cat has just brought you 7 (more) years of bad luck! Don't you know the little people are lucky?
Be sure to check Wench's litter box for the next few days, Gus. You never know, it could be full of gold.
The legend is that if you catch a leprechaun, he's supposed to tell you how to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbowÂ…looks like your reflexes weren't quick enough.
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