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Things that don't fit anywhere else...

Postby steve smoot » Wed Sep 22, 2010 3:43 pm

Tex, this sounds way too real to be fiction...I have climbed those towers and sit on that top step myself...
I am not a complete idiot, some parts are missing...
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Postby Cliffmeister2000 » Wed Sep 22, 2010 4:34 pm

Wow, Tex. Amazing story. I hope it is fiction, but I doubt it.
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Postby Ratkity » Wed Sep 22, 2010 8:00 pm

I am wondering the same thing! The mark of a great story :)

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Postby Ratkity » Mon Oct 04, 2010 9:55 pm

SNAKES. WHY'D IT HAVE TO BE SNAKES?

Uncle Cletus babysat us a lot. He always had the best stories about his adventures while out and about. Man, he could tell a story! We'd all sit totally still, eyes wide. We looked like little statues; not even moving a whisker in rapt attention while he told us about his latest foray into the Great Wild.

Uncle Cletus also had a mean streak and loved telling us scary stories about the monsters that lived in the woods. We'd all get so spooked that we'd end up sleeping in one big fur pile and always appointed one kitten as lookout (who always fell asleep anyhow). I knew he wasn't telling the truth about all those monsters. There's no such thing as evil Jackalopes, geeesh. All those monsters were made up - everyone single one of them, except for the snakes.

I saw one for real when I was still quite small and impressionable. It was huge! I swear, it could have swallowed me whole. The cat lady had her veterinarian friend come and take it away. Between the stories of Uncle Cletus and seeing the size of that big black snake, I was petrified of them.
I don't think much about snakes as an adult. When I see the rare little green garden snake, I give it a wide berth. My head tells me it's just a tiny little thing that is beneficial to something or another, but I swear my heart skips a beat when I see one. Ok, not just one skipped beat. I just about have a panic attack and high tail it out of the area.

Snakes were the last thing on my mind when helping the campground owner lady with her flowers and garden. I was just following Renee-lady into her little shed when I saw the floor move out of the corner of my eye. Now my first thought is that a mouse snack is about to be mine! My joy was immediately dashed as I realized what caused the movement. It's that slow, methodical slithering motion that gives the monster away.

A sharp intake of breath, ears flattened, eyes dilated, fur on end - in an instant, I was out of there! I got out of there so fast, I'm not sure my shadow was even able to keep up with me. I almost ran smack dab into the owner lady on my way out. I'm sure she was surprised at my reaction. I bet she was never traumatized by snakes stories by a crazy uncle when she was a kitten.

I ran up the nearest tree to the office; the one that has a great view of the owner lady's kitchen, the office front door and any approaching large snakes slithering towards me from the garden shed. I perched on the highest limb that could support me, trying to get my heart rate to drop to a pace somewhere below galloping.

The owner lady watched my less-than-graceful exit out of the shed and flight up the tree with a bit of surprise and confusion until she looked back into the shed. She said a few choice words of her own and slid the door shut with a bang, but to her credit, she didn't panic (unlike me). Sighing and remaining armed with the long-handled hoe, she stomped off to the office to call the Texan to see if he could dispatch the monster in the shed. I can't believe she left me outside to watch the shed for snake escapees! As I was contemplating the odds of being eaten by the monster snake if I came down from the tree and ran into the office, the owner lady came out (still holding the hoe) to wait for the Texan. I relaxed a little bit as she leaned against the hoe and waited. I tried to hold a decent and casual conversation with her, but my meows sounded a wee bit strained and growly. Probably didn't help that I was still fluffed out as if I'd stuck my paw into a light socket. I made myself as comfortable as possible on the skinny branch and watched for the Texan to arrive. He was sure taking his time getting there. Between Texan and Teardrop time, that snake will have grown another foot before he gets here. Could be worse, right? At least I have an armed woman with me.
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Postby Wolffarmer » Mon Oct 04, 2010 10:21 pm

Excellent ratkity.

Fleshing out the life of the campground

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Postby Tumbleweed_Tex » Tue Oct 05, 2010 12:11 pm

MR. HISS

I was lying flat on my back under the trailer, multi-colored strands of electrical wire wrapped unintentionally around various cowboy body-parts, pliers between my teeth, knife resting safely on my stomach, happily rewiring running lights and brake circuits. A healthy supply of early October Texas sweat was flowing steadily into my eyes, and Dog kept trying to help by pulling on various wires dangling up front under the hitch. The last thing I needed was for Renee’s newfangled text-beeper-pager thingy to go off, and in order to make the thing stop its buzzing, I had to wiggle and squirm completely out from under the trailer.

“9-5.5 garden shedâ€
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Postby Cliffmeister2000 » Tue Oct 05, 2010 1:27 pm

HUMANS, CATS, AND DOGS! YUK!

I was mighty hungry. There was no game in the woods lately, it seemed. The weather was getting cooler, not yet cold but no longer warm. I wasn’t moving as fast as usual. I was getting tired, too. Pretty soon, I’d head for my den and sleep off the cold weather. Before that could happen, though, I needed a good meal.

Moving in stealth mode through the drying grass, I spotted a very healthy and fat little mouse, just outside a human place. This wasn’t a human den; it was a place where humans put all sorts of stuff they collect. Humans are sort of like big pack rats, except most of them don’t sleep with their collected treasures. They just put them in these smaller, den like places, and when they want something they go move stuff around until they find it. I like it when stuff is moved around a bunch. It makes for lots of convenient hidey-holes.

Just as I got close, the mouse spotted me and scurried through a hole in the wall of the human place. Lucky for me, the hole was just large enough for me to squeeze through. Once inside, I let my eyes adjust to the dim light. This human place was much like others I’d seen. However, this one was kept pretty empty. There were places for things to go, and for the most part, the things were in the places. There was an area that smelled like the fluids humans keep around for their noisy things, and there was an area that smelled like nothing more than dust. Over in the corner was a smell that I remember being around the places where humans put plants so they can battle the insects and rodents. Finally there was an area that had seeds. That’s where dinner would be; near the seeds. Mice love seeds, and I love mice. Humans so often have great places for mice, which make them great places for me.

Having observed humans casually over the years, I have often wondered what it is about me that makes them hate me. I don’t eat their seeds; I eat the mice that eat their seeds. I don’t disturb their plant places, but I occasionally hang out there waiting for a gopher or mole to show up for dinner. I don’t like anything they like, and I have seen how crazy they get when they see a mouse or a mole or a gopher. You would think they would like me, but they don’t.

I snuck over by the seeds. I could smell mice all around. I would have to remember this place. There are lots of mice here in the seeds. I crawled around a big bag of something, and there was the tasty little mouse! We saw each other at the same instant! I lunged, he jumped. Missed! Where did he go? Darn this cooler weather, I just can’t move like I need to.

There he is! I can tell by the way he is moving that there are other mice, probably babies, nearby. He wants to get me away from them. No matter, he’s all I need right now. I can come back later if I need to and find another snack. I ventured out into the open floor after the mouse. Suddenly, the wall opened and in walked a human, closely followed by a cat!

Discretion being the better part of valor, I curled up in the corner and tried to disappear. However, that pesky cat decided to go exploring! It got over near where I was, and I decided I needed to do my best rattlesnake impersonation before the cat realized I was just a corn snake. I raised up my head and arched my neck, while raising my tail behind me. It worked! That cat took off like I really had it in for it. Unfortunately, the human was drawn to my corner by the commotion, and I’m certain it saw me. It was carrying a weapon, one the humans use to kill some plant in their plant places, while leaving the other plants. A formidable weapon it was, and I began looking for a better place to hide.

The human didn’t come after me, though. It simply left and closed the opening it had entered through. Sweet! The human chose to leave rather than hurt me. Humans are funny creatures. Very unpredictable.

Just then, I spotted the mouse again. He had been watching the show, and I guess he thought I was a goner, because he was within striking distance, and strike I did!

There are few things on this earth as tasty as a mouse, and this one was no exception. Just as I finished my dinner and stretched out to digest it, the wall opened again. This time a bigger human with something on his head came in rather hesitantly. He had a weapon too! It was another weapon I’d seen in the plant place, one that humans used to smooth out the dirt after they have killed the unwanted plants. He came right at me, but I was helpless. With a fresh mouse in my belly, I could only lay there as he came at me with the weapon. I figured if today was my day to die, there was no better way to go than with a full belly.

Rather than attack me, however, the human lifted me gently off the ground with his weapon and carried me outside. It was bright, and it took a second for my eyes to adjust to the brightness. The human was carrying me in the general direction of my den. I could not believe my good fortune. The smaller human was there, with a dog! I hate dogs. I looked around, but didn’t see the cat anywhere. Good, because I hate cats too!

Ad Big Human carried me past Little Human and Dog, I heard a snap above my head. I looked up and Cat was flying right at me! Rather, right at Big Human. Cat landed on Big Human’s head, or on the thing Bug Human had on his head. Cat was making all kinds of aggressive noises, and Dog was growling too. Big Human lost his footing (how they walk standing up, I’ll never know. And, just to make it even harder, they put contraptions on their feet to take away any contact with the ground. Big Human had these contraptions with things on them that lifted his feet a good distance higher off the ground than most), and as he jerked around he threw me right at Little Human. Landing on her shoulder, I wrapped my body around her neck to keep from falling on Dog. God was snapping at the air, and somehow Little Human’s leg got in the part of the air that Dog was snapping at, and Dog bit the human! Little Human kicked to free itself of Dog, and kicked Big Human. About this point, everybody is standing on one leg apiece except Dog, who reared up to avoid the kick and was on two legs. As I said earlier, I don’t know how humans stand on their scrawny hind legs, but there is no way they can stay up for long on just one. As Cat ran down Big Human’s body, jumped to the back of Dog, and tried to make it back to the tree it had evidently fallen from, everybody decided to fall over at once.

I felt there would be no better time than this to get out of there, so I crawled off into the woods and headed for my den. Maybe I’d just go to sleep early this year.
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Postby Ratkity » Tue Oct 05, 2010 1:47 pm

:applause: :applause: :applause: :applause: :applause:

YAY!

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Postby godskid » Tue Oct 05, 2010 2:17 pm

Verrrry nice triplet! :thumbsup: :applause: :thumbsup:
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Postby Tumbleweed_Tex » Tue Oct 05, 2010 2:17 pm

Incredible... :applause:

Ok...someone new...do the mouse!!!

WAIT !!!

I think I might be sick...
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Postby Cliffmeister2000 » Tue Oct 05, 2010 2:21 pm

Tumbleweed_Tex wrote:Incredible... :applause:

Ok...someone new...do the mouse!!!

WAIT !!!

I think I might be sick...


:lol: :lol: :lol: :applause:
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Postby alffink » Tue Oct 05, 2010 2:34 pm

but, this is turning into a serial

and his story, short as it was, was cut-off just past the introduction.....
Kinda like a trailer for "Friday the 13th" all shock and scream, no meat, well unless count his/her own.

:shock: :cry: :o
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Postby TheresaD » Tue Oct 05, 2010 3:55 pm

:applause: This is such a fun thread! I'm so glad you started it Tex.
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Postby High Desert » Wed Oct 06, 2010 2:47 pm

Spectacular work gang!! :applause: 8) :thumbsup:

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Postby Ratkity » Wed Oct 06, 2010 11:21 pm

THE AFTERMATH

I couldn't believe that big Texan was coming TOWARD me with the monster snake. It had to be 20 feet long and looked like it just swallowed a family of rats for supper. I knew I was about to lose one of my lives when I heard the tiny little branch under me break. I couldn't even utter a meow in panic as I fell towards the ground. Next thing I knew, I had landed somewhere on the big Texan. Knowing the proximity of the snake to the Texan, I landed with every claw extended just in case the snake wasn't full enough from his rat family feast. Much chaos ensued while I launched as fast as I could out of the vicinity. The safest place I could think of was next to the Renee-owner's apartment door behind the big flower pot.

I'm not sure the final result was after my fall and subsequent animal melee (which included Dog in some way), but at least I was away from the snake. I was still hiding behind the flower pot when the owner-lady came limping up the stairs. We both limped into the apartment looking like battle-worn combatants. The owner-lady didn't volunteer any information about what happened after my hasty exit and I didn't dare ask.

After cleanup and appropriate first aid, the rest of the night was much more relaxed and consisted of head scratches, warm chicken soup with extra pieces of chicken and couch cuddles while watching some chick-flick on TV. Not a bad ending for a stressful day.
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