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On the way to work this afternoon, my brakes failed. Suddenly, the stain on the driveway near the truck's left rear tire made sense — it must have been brake fluid — and there was only one logical conclusion.
The cat did it.
I was, thankfully, not far from my mechanic's shop, so I nursed the truck there and left it. The funny thing is, I'm getting a new truck next week, so even if I'd wrecked the old Blazer, I wouldn't have been wheelless for long.
Still, I have to bear in mind that Mycah cut my brake lines. Which, you have to admit, is a pretty clever thing for a cat to be able to do. I mean, she can't even reach the doorknobs to let herself out. But given her history, can there be any doubt it's her doing?
Now I know how Clouseau felt about Cato.
Posted by Russ at 06:41 PM, December 13, 2006 in Animals & Personal Stuff
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Maybe she'll make up for it one day and eat your homework.
Posted by: Jim - PRS at December 14, 2006 05:32 AM
Are you playing the blame game? Or...Maybe she'll eat your HOUSEwork! Fat chance (oops!)
Posted by: marge at December 14, 2006 12:09 PM
After riding in your truck a few months ago, I can't blame the cat.
My advice: park the thing next to the pet cemetary, torch it, leave tell-tale kitty tracks, and the empty gas can next to Mycah's food dish. The perfect crime. You'll get the insurance money, and they'll never suspect it was you!
Posted by: brad at December 15, 2006 04:23 PM
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