Silly Cats!

The sawhorses are restless

The story you’re about to read is true. (as far as you know) I woke up one morning to this scene in my yard. I rushed to get my camera as it’s only a rare few who get to witness wild sawhorses at play. The first shows them frolicking in the side yard and playing on the trampoline. Notice how they’ve carefully read the warnings, have only one jumper at a time and the rest are acting as spotters. They are truly as intelligent as they are majestic.

 

Photo two shows them fighting each other for dominance. Who will be the victor?

A victor emerges.

Below we see the vanquished paying their respects to their new pack leader.

Triumphant, he rears up and strikes a pose.

Now things turn ugly. They decide to feed. Before you know it they’ve roped one of my cats.

Into their powerful jaws she’s sucked. At least she went quickly.

With lightning speed they draw in another of my cats. There is no end to their hunger.

In mere seconds she’s trapped and they move in on her.

It happened so fast. They reared up for the killing blow.

This was the last I saw of my precious Sadie Dacat.

With no cats left to eat and them still looking hungry I ran for the house. I couldn’t see them in the yard after a while and assumed they’d gone away. Later as I went to leave the house I was stunned at what I saw when I opened my back door.

They’d been waiting for me. I ran out the front door and started screaming obscenities at them to lure them off the steps where they’d gathered.

It worked. They left my porch and began partying in the side yard. I could hear them out there making more and more noise as the night passed. Finally around 4 a.m. things got quiet. When I awoke in the morning and crept outside this is what I saw.

The bastards had broken into my garage and raided the beer cooler.

There was nothing I could do but wait for them to sleep it off. They lay there for hours snorting and farting in their sleep. One burped as I took this photo and I swear it smelled like cat.

Finally they awoke and stumbled to the gate after peeing on my rose bushes.

I was never so happy to see “guests” leave.

It’s been three years now and they’ve never been back. I like to hope that they stumbled into a construction site someplace and were roped and tamed. But, can anyone ever really tame a wild sawhorse?

This Silly story was done by my brother Mike.  Check out more of his ramblings here.