He must have had a spinal injury because he ran on an angle. My brotherss named him "Tarzan"..Haha you'de expect a large doberman or something with this monikor,
NOT...

Well, he roamed one day, we looked all over the neighborhood.(.No.. Tarzan ) my kid brothers were really upset, we all were.

My Mom was about 5'1", tall a prim and proper lady, two of the BIGGEST Officers, I have ever seen knocked on the door just at dinner time. Leading this tiny dog on a leash, running sideways..and asked if he was ours, and what was the dog's name ??

Mom turned Beet Red, and said "Tarzan"..The stunned look on their faces, said it all.They laughed so hard we all did.

Ever after that we called him "Butch", it's still a famly joke..



Lee 9/5/01I have a few but I will just tell you one of them for now. When I was aroung 8 or 9 , I had a grey and white long haired cat named Twinkles. She was more than just a pet, she was my friend and play mate. We would play hide n' seek. One night it was her time to hide and I forgot to go and find her. Something else must have caught my interest. I was sitting on the arm of a chair in the living room and had my feet up in the chair. I guess Twinkles got tired of waitng for me to come and find her. She snuch upon me and bit me in the A__. It shocked me so bad that my feet went up in the air, my socks flew off my feet and the rest of me landed on the floor on the spot where she bit me. Believe you me I never forgot again.



Pam 9/3/01
It's the middle of the night...suddenly as I lay there sleeping Bob jerked really big and let out a blood curdling scream! Then I hear a loud "thump" and a meoooowww!!! It scared the crap outta me and I jumped outta one side of the bed as Bob jumped out of the other and flicked the light on!! Bout that time our son came running into our room all hyper to see what was going on....Then the laughing began! I'm cracking up here again just typing it! Our cat Maggie was on the top of our waterbed head board...jumped down and landed on Bob's chest!! He screamed then and threw what he'd grabbed not even knowing what it was...but at the time he didn't care....against the wall...that's when Maggie squealled too! We couldn't stop lauging....even after we all tried to go back to sleep....I'd be laying there and think about it and start laughing all over again then all would laugh again....later all would be quite again..then Bob would start laughing and get all of us going again....all would get quiet again then we'd hear Jeff back in his bedroom laughing and we'd all giggle some more!! This was about 10yrs ago Maggie survived her middle of the night hurl across the room and never did it again!!

I just thought of my experience with the baby mice under my pillow at the cabin too! Seems we've had several stories with animals and beds! haha



Sammy 9/5/01
Yes,as a matter of fact,I do. About 3 weeks ago a black male cat showed up at work, he was a nice friendly cat and we all kind of adopted him, some bought cartons of milk from the vending machine for him, one lady paid $1.50 for a small can of Tuna from the machine. I took some dry cat food in for him from my cats. Somebody brought a bag full of canned cat food and left it on the break table with a note telling what time she had fed the cat and asking others to open food for him on different shifts. All this time ,we were trying to get someone to take him home. he was a very affectionate kitty and loved to be petted and have his ears scratched. A group of us were sitting at the picnic table outside the shop about 6:45 am when a first shift lady came in, I asked her why she didn't take that nice kitty home, and she said to me, "Why should I? I have one at home just like him." This was on a Friday morning. We were off for the weekend and when we came back on Sun. night the cat was gone. We wondered if someone had given him a home or what. Come to find out, the lady I had asked to take him home, did. She told me she went out to the picnic table and he jumped up on the table in front of her and looked her right in the eye and meowed really loud. She looked at him and noticed he had a nick in one ear, and it dawned on her. She said Oh my God, this is my cat, How did he get here? Evidently he had gotten into her car and come to work with her without her knowing it. Since he was an outside cat and 1 of 6, She hadn't missed him at home. Her son takes care of the cats and she hadn't paid any attention, Obviously the son hadn't missed him either, but said it was rare to see all of them at once, and just never noticed one was missing. Anyway, she said he was mighty glad to get home. He spent 2 weeks at the shop getting pampered by everyone. She posted a thank you card on the bulletin board to everyone who took such good care of her cat.



Trudy 8/9/00

This happened last night. Woke up with aches and pains all over so I sat up and decided to have a cigarette and I see this "thing" flying back and forth in my bedroom up near the ceiling. The TV was on so I thought, man, that in one huge moth or miller......haha.......NOT!!! It was a bat. So I woke up Tony, who damn near had a heart attack (he's scared of bats, I'm not).

He pulled the covers up over his head and said "Let's get the hell out of here".....to which I replied....."when I finish my cigarette".....and I calmly finished it. He rolled out of the bed with hands over hair, and opened the door yelling "everybody out, QUICK".....so me and the dog got out, Tony too. We came downstairs and I told Tony....."YOU go kill the bat".....so I laid down on the couch while he put a long sleeved shirt on, long pants, and a hat.....and I'm doing my level best not to laugh. So armed with a big ole straw broom, he goes upstairs for combat. I'm thinking, he's so nervous he's going to be swinging wildly and knock down the big tv on top of the armoire, then the ceiling fan, then the mirrors on the dressers.....but lo and behold in a few minutes after minimal banging and whomping I hear him yell my name frantically.

He had it pinned down on the floor and now didn't know how to dispose of the varmint. So I went upstairs with a bath towel and laid it over the bat and broom. I held the towel in place and told Tony to slowly pull the broom out from under the towel while I held it. He did and I could feel the bat under the towel, so I just picked him up, while wrapping the towel around him at the same time.

Don't anybody tell Tony I said this but he looked at me like I was carrying a ticking time bomb in that towel. I turned to leave the room and he's going ahead of me making a path (the bomb, ya know) and I took it outside the back door and tried to flip him off the towel into the nice night sky. He was hanging on for dear life to the towel. So I spread the towel out at the bottom of the back steps and left him there. In less than a minute it began to gently rain. I told Tony (who was now watching with the screen door safely between him and the monster) that the rain would wake that bat up (he thought it was dead, I knew that sucker was just playin possum) and sure enough as the rain hit it, it stirred and it scooted off under the leaves of the portulaca flowers a few inches away. Hahaha.....I went back to bed. Poor Tony was a bit more flustered than me. Today I checked, and picked up the wet towel and the bat evidentally regained his senses and went wherever bats go during the daytime cuz he wasn't in the portulaca's today. Hahaha.......