Humankind May Be In Jeopardy

 Good Grief, Another Cat Attack?

 

 August, 2014

     If this is a trend mankind may be in trouble.

 

     There has been another incident where a cat has taken people hostage, calling for the intervention of the police.

 

     A woman and her adult daughter called 911 and reported that their cat was holding them hostage in a bedroom. They couldn’t get out because every time they tried the cat attacked them. The police came and the cat took exception to their coming into the house until a neighbor brought them a broom, which they used to finally herd the cat outside and free the hostages.

 

     I imagined myself in the same situation and asking the question, “What would I do?” As the cat attacked, there would be several options. Drop kick the feline into the next county, throw a blanket over the cat and safely wrestle the thing into the nearest dumpster, or drop an upside down dresser drawer on the furry ball of fun. All this is assuming that you don’t have a gun in the bedroom. Those are just four out of about forty available suggestions.

 

     To call 911 would be just pitiful and embarrassing.

 

     And the police? Having to get a broom from a neighbor to handle a cat is again pitiful and embarrassing.

 

     I think this is the third time this has happened in the last month or so---not with the same people. And those are just the ones that got reported. This may be the beginning of a global cat uprising.

 Name Tags, The Good, The Bad, The Confusing

 September, 2014

     A couple days ago I was at the store buying some groceries. My check-out guy was shoveling stuff into the plastic bags, and doing an okay job for a beginner, which he isn’t. All the store personnel wear badges showing their names. I guess it expedites litigation if you know who to sue along with the store in general. But I digress.

 

     I usually try to use the name of the people I interact with in these places. I think it’s the result of hanging out with too many sales managers and sales people. They’ve been told that using a person’s name makes people more susceptible to a sales spiel. But I digress again.

 

The name on this check-out guy’s tag was “Rusty.” After some thought I decided to forgo the name-using thing as I wasn’t sure if “Rusty” was his name or his condition.

 

It could have been embarrassing.

When In Doubt, Marry a Dog

September, 2014

As reported by Richard Cazeau, on Yahoo’s Odd News.

 

     Now here is something that might catch on: In India the parents of a particular 18-year-old decided that she had to fight off evil spirits. [Now here is the place where the reporter could have really added to this story. Why did the parents think she had evil spirits or needed to fight them off? What behavior brought this on? This could have been educational with just a little more effort. I’ve seen some people I felt were possibly in the same situation, so some professional sharing of details would have been nice.]

 

     The parent’s solution to fighting-off the evil spirits took the form of marrying this girl to a dog. No, don’t get ahead of me here. I know lots of girls marry dogs, but this was a real dog. A four-legged, furry, tail-wagging, bad breath, hair-shedding dog.   

 

The mother said that it was “the only way to get rid of the daughters bad luck [again a few more details would have been nice], and ensure the benevolence of the village.” It would seem that having to marry a dog would in itself, come under the heading of “bad luck.”

 

It was pointed out that the marriage was not legal. The daughter was free to marry a human, even if that person turned out to be a dog.