Jun 21, 2010
Sister Mercy Now What? The Where’s Waldo Edition
See anything unusual about the above photo of Bossy’s enormous tree? No? How about here:
Still no? Maybe we should take a closer look:
That’s right. The (Not) stray cat known as Baby David was chased high up in a tree on Saturday afternoon — and Bossy isn’t going to point fingers, except maybe her middle finger, in his direction:
He belongs to Bossy’s mom and he’s usually a heck of a chap, except when it comes to cats, and mailmen, and sounds in the dark of night, and neighbors on the porch, and let’s all just agree he’s currently in the dog house. Heh.
So there was Bossy and Bossy’s mom and Bossy’s daughter and Bossy’s mom’s dog and Bossy’s (Not) stray cat Baby David — and suddenly there was Bossy’s mom’s dog chasing the (Not) stray cat up a tree while Bossy and Bossy’s mom and Bossy’s daughter stood around and, being highly effectual women, cried.
And when finally Bossy and Bossy’s mom and Bossy’s daughter calmed down and gathered their wits, they began to logically address the emergency, where logically address equals shouting random things high up into the tree, such as, “Don’t jump, Baby David, don’t jump!”
It may warm your heart to know the (Not) Stray Baby David was finally coaxed down, where coaxed down equals Bossy’s husband showed up in the middle of the emergency and lunged at the tree and scared the cat who jumped from a high limb and nearly killed himself before racing across the car-ridden street and then propelling his white body down the murky sewer.
And, phew, how was your weekend?
–>Oh boy Baby David, down to eight lives now.
Is Bossy having a (Non) withdrawal from her (No) book tour with the (Not) Stray Baby David and using parenthesis?
~deb
–>We packed up Saturday after a week long beach vacation in OBX. That was sad too.
Where are the firemen when you need them?
Is that a West Highland Terrier? I used to have one that was the same way, except our “not baby David” white cat was deaf and couldn’t hear his yapping, so they became best friends once he realized the cat wasn’t afraid of him. (and maybe considering the cat was as big as he was!)
We had a busy weekend. How’s the elbow?
Awww…Baby David is cuuuuuuute! Even if it was a horrific incident, you certainly got some great snaps. And that dog would SO be in a cage for the rest of his stay if it were my house – the little dickens.
My fiance was a fireman for many years. When called upon to do feline-tree extrications, they would always ask the caller if they have ever seen a cat skeleton in a tree. No? Ah. Well, then, put a dish of tuna or cream at the base of the tree and everyone go inside and pretend there’s no drama happening in the tree so the critter has a chance to calm down, come down and dine in silence. Heh. I’ve always loved that line…but it’s true! Indeed, I never HAVE seen a cat skeleton in a tree.
Glad Baby D is okay.
We also had an incident with a tree, although ours was more of the (not our) rotted-tree-crashes-through-our-fence variety. My hubby didn’t appreciate that father’s day present.
summer solstice kirtan and drum circle. with a side of Fire.
My weekend was pretty uneventful. No incidents with cats or trees, but I seem to remember seeing a cat skeleton in a tree a few weeks ago. I could be wrong though.
All the Grand kids were over Food, laughs and swimming. Luckily, no floaters
Once my most favorite cat in the history of the world was chased up a very tall maple in our front yard. Also by a D.O.G. So naturally I was the girl who called the fire department, and naturally they laughed at me and told me to call the electric company because they had trucks with ladders too.
Fortunately I am clever enough to know better than to call the electric company.
My (Not) stuck in the crawl space cat would come a running for the electric can opener….she figured any time was cat food time….
Glad to see Baby David is alive & well!
We had a BBQ, which would have gone better without that 100-foot tree at the bottom of the garden blocking out the sunlight. Would have chopped it down too, but then the cats would have nowhere to go to relax.
Oh my god, it really is a wheres Waldo picture. I truly thought the first picture was only the tree. Upon revisiting, theres that Baby David.
And yes, the dog is still in the dog house. Has anyone ever seen a dog skeleton in a dog house? Well wait…
he actually looks like he’s enjoying the tree.
Oh Bossy’s mom, a dog skeleton in a dog house??? Thank you, I havn’t laughed that hard in a long time!!!!
My weekend? Way more fun & (it sounds like) less smelly than Baby David’s eventual haven. Not that I would have rejected a sewer after six hours with my parents. But, hey, I had a cooler full of beer to pad my landing, poor Baby David did not.
Now I need to go get caught up on any missed episodes of The Royle Family that I might have missed!
My weekend was GREAT! Especially the part where I worked 22 hours overtime and the fuel pump in my car was destroyed.
Baby David is so cute..even in a tree! But the dog is cute too. Bad Dog!
my weekend ? Mowing the lawn, found a yellow jacket nest, well not really. I just know where they caught up to me. Stripping down completely on my front porch..front door was locked. Oh joy. My keys in the pocket of my shorts on the porch. 
so yes, I had to bend over. Never pretty. My neighbors begging to have their eyes removed. Yeah.. It was a great weekend.
I wonder if I can coach up into trees all of the stray cats who live outside my door?
Oooo has the Kitteh calmed down yet???
Has your poor elbow gotten better???
Not Stray Monty Cat moved into our yard this weekend. Spitting image of a former cat..now he known as 2…
He is 2 the Vet as we speak being ‘fixed’ so he can live in our house, seems to love our dog, tolerate our cats and walks us from car to front door and takes walks with dog & husband each evening.