I had emailed home a lengthier post that I had been working on at lunch, but I think I closed Outlook before the message was sent. So I’m in Plinkyland tonight.
So this is completely random, but it definitely fits the bill.
About a year into our marriage, Alissa and I adopted a cat from friends who had to give her up due to allergies. Well, shortly thereafter, our new family member developed ringworm. The vet advised us to give her a shower. And that’s where our story begins.
The cat’s previous owner said that she didn’t mind the water, and she had just let the cat share the shower with her. Well, somehow the job fell to me, so when the appointed time approached, I prepared to take the cat into the shower. The problem is that, where I assumed our friend had a shower with a door, we had a shower curtain leaving nothing to keep the cat from escaping.
Naturally, I took the only option available to me,and picking up the cat, held her up in front of the shower head as it ran at full blast.
She was not amused.
Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to hold the cat out a arms length, so her spread eagled limbs didn’t connect when she made known her objections to the proceedings. Likewise, her screams of outrage did not cause any neighbors to call the police.
How I got out of the situation a) without a scratch and b) with a cat that still loved me, I will never know. If there was ever a case of “don’t try this at home, this is it.”