Hi Rachel, I read your story about your cat, Spider climbing into the engine of your car. I had a similar experience a long time ago and I thought you may like to hnear about it. In Sydney there is a beautiful suburb called Bondi. Bondi has a fantastic beach which is very popular with tourists and lovely quiet narrow back street which are lined with trees. These trees give much needed shade to the houses and old apartments during the summer months. It was a beautiful sunny morning that found me slowly driving down on of these streets. In the background you could hear the waves, you could smell the ocean and the birds were singing to each other in the trees. Another glorious Sydney morning. As I was meandering along I suddenly caught a glimpse of a cat darting across in front of my car. Naturally I quickly braked and looked around to ensure that the pussy was ok. To my horror the said moggy was lying on the grass verge slightly convulsing and shaking. Now Rachel I was raised in the country and was always told to never let an animal suffer and I, many country folk carry a length of steel pipe under the seat of my car in order to dispatch, quickly and cleanly any distressed animal. So I knew what was needed to be done and I set about my task. Not, I may add with enthusiasm but out of a sense of duty to a wounded moggy. I marched across the road and with one quick and well aimed blow dispatched the cat to moggy heaven I then picked up the now diseased feline and placed it in my car to dispose of in the nearest waste disposal unit. Rachel, I had gone no more than 200 meters when I heard the hee haw, hee haw of the local constabulary. In my mirror I notices the flashing red and blue lights and so i naturally pulled over to the side of the road. Two young and burly officers of the law approached my vehicle. As one began to talk to me I noticed the other officer give my vehicle a good inspection. Sir, said the first officer, a gentleman has rung the station and told us that as he was sitting down to his breakfast of toast, English marmalade and Irish Breakfast tea a man, fitting your description, driving a car like the one you are driving, for no reason and with malicious intent murdered his pussy cat. The said pussy cat was sunning itself on the grass verge when apparently you jumped out of your car, bonked the moggy on the noggin and made your escape taking the carcass of the feline with you. This behavour so upset the owner of the cat that he could not finish his toast and marmalade and he couldnt even start to read his morning paper. What do you have to say for yourself? At then explained to the officer what had happened and why the owner of the pussy was confused. Just as I finished my explanation the second officer asked me to come to the front of the car. Sir, could you get down on your knees and look under your car and tell me what you see? I did as he asked and there jammed up under the engine was one dead pussy!
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 01:17:13 +0000
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