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I’m not exactly sure when Sheba became a celebrity.
It could have been when she walked into the living room when my Mom was hosting twenty of her fellow teachers and politely asked, “Wa-wa?”
All conversation came to an abrupt stop as my Mom walked into the kitchen and gave her a dish of water.
Mrs. Martin, one of her fellow teachers asked, “Excuse me Emmaline, but did that cat just ask for some water?”
My Mom said, without batting and eyelash, “Why yes, she did.”
Before their meeting was over, Sheba walked to the front door and sat down. When no one noticed, she said, “Won-out.”
My Mom calmly opened the door and let her out while her guests were choking on their crumpets.
While adults are easily amused, kids are a tougher audience to impress. Sheba followed me over to a friends house. One of the neighbors had a white Spitz that was known to be a bad dog.
My friend said, “You had better look out for you cat. Franz will kill her.”
Sure enough Franz saw Sheba and charged her. There, in front of four six and seven year olds, Sheba unleashed some cat-fu that would have impressed Bruce Lee on that poor dog, slapping his face, jumping over his head, landing on his back with her claws.
The poor beast yelped and tried to run away with Sheba attached to his back like a jockey.
From then on, whenever that dog saw Sheba, he went into his garage and sulked.
Even kids that didn’t like cats liked Sheba because she wasn’t just a cat. She had become one of the guys.
It could have been when she walked into the living room when my Mom was hosting twenty of her fellow teachers and politely asked, “Wa-wa?”
All conversation came to an abrupt stop as my Mom walked into the kitchen and gave her a dish of water.
Mrs. Martin, one of her fellow teachers asked, “Excuse me Emmaline, but did that cat just ask for some water?”
My Mom said, without batting and eyelash, “Why yes, she did.”
Before their meeting was over, Sheba walked to the front door and sat down. When no one noticed, she said, “Won-out.”
My Mom calmly opened the door and let her out while her guests were choking on their crumpets.
While adults are easily amused, kids are a tougher audience to impress. Sheba followed me over to a friends house. One of the neighbors had a white Spitz that was known to be a bad dog.
My friend said, “You had better look out for you cat. Franz will kill her.”
Sure enough Franz saw Sheba and charged her. There, in front of four six and seven year olds, Sheba unleashed some cat-fu that would have impressed Bruce Lee on that poor dog, slapping his face, jumping over his head, landing on his back with her claws.
The poor beast yelped and tried to run away with Sheba attached to his back like a jockey.
From then on, whenever that dog saw Sheba, he went into his garage and sulked.
Even kids that didn’t like cats liked Sheba because she wasn’t just a cat. She had become one of the guys.
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Mark Arbour
22 January 2009 - 09:20 PM
Cat fu! I love it.
You're in a fun, playful mood James.
You even made me smile today. 
Careful, or they'll take away your "grouchy bastard club" membership card. 
You're in a fun, playful mood James.
You even made me smile today. Careful, or they'll take away your "grouchy bastard club" membership card.
Meeko
23 January 2009 - 01:15 AM
and your cat is the reason whenever I run into my car and drive to work instead of walk becuase the evil black cat across the street is standing outside, just waiting for me to come close enough to him, again.
Hope your feeling better, and blog more like this, love it!
Hope your feeling better, and blog more like this, love it!
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