I live in a large Condo here, and periodically have to take my trash down the hall to a chute. The kitties, Velvet & Cleo routinely come into the hall to explore, but not too far from their territory. I always block the door open in case they want to go back in.

Last night I was taking said trash down the hall, and the two followed me aways. Velvet plonked over on her side, purring, and Cleo, ever the huntress cautiously checked things out.

So when I came back up the hall, I decided to sit with them a minute, and pet Velvet, who is irresistible. Then, the door next to mine swung open and out came Mrs. Old Biddie. Instantly the two girls "vaporized"! They can really MOVE when they want to, and I'm left, perplexed, getting up.

"SHAME ON YOU! You're so drunk you've fallen down! Alcohol is the root of all evil etc etc etc"

"But Mrs Biddie...I...I...was petting my cats"

"SURE you were! and were they pink?... the evils of drink etc. etc."

True story.

Copyright © Bill Mason
February 24, 2001