ProfessorM
03-26-2010, 09:38 AM
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Well after putting down both our long time family pets, dog and cat, a couple of years ago we started stocking up again last year. Right now it is cats as I got no time for a dog. So we got 2 nice pound cats that have finally decided to get along and life is smooth on the pet front. Now is about time to ruin a good thing my wife must have been thinking. So a friend has kittens. Animal shelters, the ones that are left, are not taking cats nowadays. It is off to bedy bye for them if you bring one in most likely, and my wife will have none of that. My 9 year old daughter wants a kitten and my wife thinks it will learn her some responsibility. I'm like 2 cats is more than enough but we all know who wins that decision so we now have a 9 week old kitten. It is kind of cute and a lot of laughs but the 2 older cats hate the thing so far but they will come around in time, and of course being I am home days I am taking care of the friggin thing, like I knew would happen so I am not surprised. My daughter named it Oreo being it is white and black, I call it Murry as I always wanted a pet named Murry and it pisses off both of them so Murry it is when I address the little bugger. Now the fun part of the story. My wife finds out there is 1 more kitten left and starts to try and fine someone to take it. Her good friend says she will take it and the deal is struck. The kitten's owner drops off the cat to our house and her friend will be by in an hour to pick it up. Wife puts down cat in living room and goes to answer the phone. Kitten is never seen again for 2 days. Friend comes over to pick up cat and they can't find it. They have 6 people rifling thru the whole house and the friend goes home empty handed and we got 4 friggin cats. Not a peep is heard for 2 days, friggin Houdini, when yesterday i hear this cry. I hear in kitchen and it is coming from the wall near the end of the base cabinet in the kitchen. I am like WTF the thing is in the WALL!!!!!!. Then it is quiet for several hours. I am thinking I am hearing things. Wife comes home I tell her and off to work i go. I get call at work wife is hysterical the kitten is in the wall and he is going to die in there. I am thinking smell she is thinking demolition. I get home last nite at 12 and she is up still trying to coax the poor thing out. It is getting weak and has not eaten or drank in a good 2 days. The thing is only a baby so it is a little worrisome. So I am trying to figure out exactly where I am going to make the sheet rock cut to extract the little bastard when I start to figure it is not in wall but behind the base cabinet of the kitchen. How the hell he got in there I have no idea but it looks like I have to remove 2 base cabinets to get him out. So it is now 1 am and I start removing the cabinets, trying to keep the destruction to a minimum :doh: It is not easy as I have a Corian counter top that is not going to budge and each cabinet is screwed together and it is an end cabinet up against a wall and to try and slide it out under the counter and above the friggin tile floor is a royal PIA. BTW the wife and daughter and 3 other cats are asleep now and I am not. With the counter top in place it is dam near impossible to get to the screws to loosen but I prevail after nearly an hour. Did I mention I had an aggravating miserable nite at work and all I wanted to do was come home and sleep. I get cabinet out and sure enough behind it is the little Houdini. I reach way under and inside little space and grab the bugger by the scruff of the neck and drag his butt out. He is shaking like a leaf and He then scratches the hell out of my hand and bites me. This little guy is nasty and thank god we are not keeping him. I go into bedroom wake wife up tell her and she yells at me for waking her up. I put cat in sunroom offer him water and food and lock the door. All is well and am waiting of her friend to come get this thing out of my house and I will be reinstalling the cabinets in a while on my day off. Maybe I will leave the kitchen a mess for a few days just to piss off my wife for being such a sucker for a saving all the poor animals in the world. Nope not worth listening to the complaining on how lazy I am. Remember 1 cat is enough. Peace.
Well after putting down both our long time family pets, dog and cat, a couple of years ago we started stocking up again last year. Right now it is cats as I got no time for a dog. So we got 2 nice pound cats that have finally decided to get along and life is smooth on the pet front. Now is about time to ruin a good thing my wife must have been thinking. So a friend has kittens. Animal shelters, the ones that are left, are not taking cats nowadays. It is off to bedy bye for them if you bring one in most likely, and my wife will have none of that. My 9 year old daughter wants a kitten and my wife thinks it will learn her some responsibility. I'm like 2 cats is more than enough but we all know who wins that decision so we now have a 9 week old kitten. It is kind of cute and a lot of laughs but the 2 older cats hate the thing so far but they will come around in time, and of course being I am home days I am taking care of the friggin thing, like I knew would happen so I am not surprised. My daughter named it Oreo being it is white and black, I call it Murry as I always wanted a pet named Murry and it pisses off both of them so Murry it is when I address the little bugger. Now the fun part of the story. My wife finds out there is 1 more kitten left and starts to try and fine someone to take it. Her good friend says she will take it and the deal is struck. The kitten's owner drops off the cat to our house and her friend will be by in an hour to pick it up. Wife puts down cat in living room and goes to answer the phone. Kitten is never seen again for 2 days. Friend comes over to pick up cat and they can't find it. They have 6 people rifling thru the whole house and the friend goes home empty handed and we got 4 friggin cats. Not a peep is heard for 2 days, friggin Houdini, when yesterday i hear this cry. I hear in kitchen and it is coming from the wall near the end of the base cabinet in the kitchen. I am like WTF the thing is in the WALL!!!!!!. Then it is quiet for several hours. I am thinking I am hearing things. Wife comes home I tell her and off to work i go. I get call at work wife is hysterical the kitten is in the wall and he is going to die in there. I am thinking smell she is thinking demolition. I get home last nite at 12 and she is up still trying to coax the poor thing out. It is getting weak and has not eaten or drank in a good 2 days. The thing is only a baby so it is a little worrisome. So I am trying to figure out exactly where I am going to make the sheet rock cut to extract the little bastard when I start to figure it is not in wall but behind the base cabinet of the kitchen. How the hell he got in there I have no idea but it looks like I have to remove 2 base cabinets to get him out. So it is now 1 am and I start removing the cabinets, trying to keep the destruction to a minimum :doh: It is not easy as I have a Corian counter top that is not going to budge and each cabinet is screwed together and it is an end cabinet up against a wall and to try and slide it out under the counter and above the friggin tile floor is a royal PIA. BTW the wife and daughter and 3 other cats are asleep now and I am not. With the counter top in place it is dam near impossible to get to the screws to loosen but I prevail after nearly an hour. Did I mention I had an aggravating miserable nite at work and all I wanted to do was come home and sleep. I get cabinet out and sure enough behind it is the little Houdini. I reach way under and inside little space and grab the bugger by the scruff of the neck and drag his butt out. He is shaking like a leaf and He then scratches the hell out of my hand and bites me. This little guy is nasty and thank god we are not keeping him. I go into bedroom wake wife up tell her and she yells at me for waking her up. I put cat in sunroom offer him water and food and lock the door. All is well and am waiting of her friend to come get this thing out of my house and I will be reinstalling the cabinets in a while on my day off. Maybe I will leave the kitchen a mess for a few days just to piss off my wife for being such a sucker for a saving all the poor animals in the world. Nope not worth listening to the complaining on how lazy I am. Remember 1 cat is enough. Peace.