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<blockquote data-quote="flutterbee" data-source="post: 36988"><p>LMAO :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:</p><p></p><p>You have no idea how much I needed that today!</p><p></p><p>I have one for ya'll...</p><p></p><p>When I was about my difficult child's age, we had a cat named Ebony who was just the most curious thing with a death wish. This cat would sunbathe himself in the middle of the road and just saunter off at the last minute when a car was coming just like he had all the time in the world. He was a big cat, being part mancoon (sp) and would chase dogs out of our yard. And he was very friendly, too. He was an indoor/outdoor kitty and he would often visit neighbors and check out their house, get some attention and treats then asked to be let back out. </p><p></p><p>My stepfather is blind. One day while my mom was in the shower, stepdad was starting a fire in the fireplace. He had the kindling in and had stuffed newspaper in to ignite. He lit a match and stuck it to the newspaper and it went out. So, he lit another match and did it again and again the match went out. He did this about 3 or 4 more times before he noticed an odd smell. He called my mom down and asked her if she smelled anything. She looks around and there was Ebony sitting on the hearth as if nothing was happening with all the whiskers on one side of his face gone. What stepdad thought was newspaper was really the cat and the silly thing just sat there and let him do it again and again!!! Apparently he thought whatever stepdad was doing looked interesting and he wasn't about to miss out on any of it. Fortunately, he wasn't hurt, but he looked lopsided for awhile.</p><p></p><p>I could go on for days about that cat. Like how when he had a cast on his leg, he would use it to knock the other kitties off their feet. And how he could manage the stairs just fine with the cast until he had an audience and then he would yowl and 'need' to be carried. Or how he and his brother would drag my mom's bras around like their "kill" and then bury them in the litterbox. He was something. And always into something.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="flutterbee, post: 36988"] LMAO [img]:rofl:[/img] [img]:rofl:[/img] [img]:rofl:[/img] You have no idea how much I needed that today! I have one for ya'll... When I was about my difficult child's age, we had a cat named Ebony who was just the most curious thing with a death wish. This cat would sunbathe himself in the middle of the road and just saunter off at the last minute when a car was coming just like he had all the time in the world. He was a big cat, being part mancoon (sp) and would chase dogs out of our yard. And he was very friendly, too. He was an indoor/outdoor kitty and he would often visit neighbors and check out their house, get some attention and treats then asked to be let back out. My stepfather is blind. One day while my mom was in the shower, stepdad was starting a fire in the fireplace. He had the kindling in and had stuffed newspaper in to ignite. He lit a match and stuck it to the newspaper and it went out. So, he lit another match and did it again and again the match went out. He did this about 3 or 4 more times before he noticed an odd smell. He called my mom down and asked her if she smelled anything. She looks around and there was Ebony sitting on the hearth as if nothing was happening with all the whiskers on one side of his face gone. What stepdad thought was newspaper was really the cat and the silly thing just sat there and let him do it again and again!!! Apparently he thought whatever stepdad was doing looked interesting and he wasn't about to miss out on any of it. Fortunately, he wasn't hurt, but he looked lopsided for awhile. I could go on for days about that cat. Like how when he had a cast on his leg, he would use it to knock the other kitties off their feet. And how he could manage the stairs just fine with the cast until he had an audience and then he would yowl and 'need' to be carried. Or how he and his brother would drag my mom's bras around like their "kill" and then bury them in the litterbox. He was something. And always into something. [/QUOTE]
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