Lava Linda
Completely Boxer Crazy
My parents just emailed me from their home in Florida, which sits alongside an intracoastal waterway.
They have a cat, Patch, who is the love of their lives. They adopted him as a starving teenager, and now, years later, he's the center of their universe.
Yesterday, they were sitting in their living room, when a car roared into their driveway, honking it's horn, then someone pounded on the door, ringing the doorbell like crazy. It was their neighbor, a woman who lives behind them, across the canal. She said, "YOUR CAT JUMPED IN THE CANAL, AND HE CAN'T GET OUT!!!"
Her female roommate had stayed on the other side to watch the cat, but he disappeared from sight before anyone could get to the backyard. There were many minutes of panicked searching, looking under docks, sweeping a net through the water where he'd last been seen. When they went out to the street to go to the next house, they heard a mewing, coming from a storm drain. There was Patch, muddy and wet, clinging to a slippery wet pipe, under an iron grate that Mom and Dad couldn't budge. Dad ran back to the house for a tool of some kind, and by the time he got back, the roommates were both there, and Mom was holding Patch (and crying with relief). Dad started crying, too, and asked, "How in the world did you get him out?!?"
The roommates looked at each other, shrugged, and said, "There was an animal down there in trouble! We don't know, we just did it!"
I don't know their names, but thank you, thank you, thank you, to those kind women who cared enough to get involved.
By the way, for any of you who are wondering. Yes, the women are "partners". And aren't they wonderful?!?!
They have a cat, Patch, who is the love of their lives. They adopted him as a starving teenager, and now, years later, he's the center of their universe.
Yesterday, they were sitting in their living room, when a car roared into their driveway, honking it's horn, then someone pounded on the door, ringing the doorbell like crazy. It was their neighbor, a woman who lives behind them, across the canal. She said, "YOUR CAT JUMPED IN THE CANAL, AND HE CAN'T GET OUT!!!"
Her female roommate had stayed on the other side to watch the cat, but he disappeared from sight before anyone could get to the backyard. There were many minutes of panicked searching, looking under docks, sweeping a net through the water where he'd last been seen. When they went out to the street to go to the next house, they heard a mewing, coming from a storm drain. There was Patch, muddy and wet, clinging to a slippery wet pipe, under an iron grate that Mom and Dad couldn't budge. Dad ran back to the house for a tool of some kind, and by the time he got back, the roommates were both there, and Mom was holding Patch (and crying with relief). Dad started crying, too, and asked, "How in the world did you get him out?!?"
The roommates looked at each other, shrugged, and said, "There was an animal down there in trouble! We don't know, we just did it!"
I don't know their names, but thank you, thank you, thank you, to those kind women who cared enough to get involved.
By the way, for any of you who are wondering. Yes, the women are "partners". And aren't they wonderful?!?!
