The Anecdotal Life Part. 41
I did say Sunday didn't I? The family needed to rethink all travel plans and shore each other up for the coming days. Before I forget, I wish everyone a happy Thanksgiving. Take care of yourselves and each other so that you have many more. Now, to the rest of the story of Choo Choo's Thanksgiving continued from "The Anecdotal Life Part. 40."
"A Beethoven symphony was playing. Miriam's favorite music meant nothing to him since his hearing aid lay packed in his dresser drawer. ( if we were lucky that's where it was) Nothing anyone said about it made any difference any more. Basically, whatever it was, he didn't want to hear it, but today his "philosophy" brought ruin. Furthermore, he had laid his teeth out carefully on his plate refusing to be annoyed by them until the last possible minute before the meal. Gram and Diane were ordinarily ready to scalp what was left of his fine gray hair for this habit, but today they were too overwhelmed with the last minute windup and flurry of the imminent feast to pay attention to it.
Jonathon, however, wasting no time, grabbed the cat's tail---poor creature had been strolling too closely by the pen hoping for an affectionate pat, but "God's mercy!"he found himself in a vise like clutch---bad enough for the crimp it was putting in his tail, but worse to come, he was being inexorably dragged into the playpen, one furry inch at a time. The cat looked beseechingly over his shoulder at Choo, but no help there. Jonathon was sitting triumphantly on Choo's stomach and hauling in cat's tail like so much line on a ship. The cat struck with desperation for his plight, suddenly stretched out, and in one long, swift, elastic motion snagged the lace edge of the tablecloth with his front claws. No one heard his initial cries as the music of Beethoven's fifth pounded through the room from the radio. Now the cat was truly on an elongated, irrevocable path toward destruction. Jonathon could not have envisioned a more wonderful extension to his plan. He paused for breath as Gram, Miriam and Diane, so intent upon the final gracing effects of the meal, never looking over the edge of the table, scurried back and forth, placing the huge turkey dead center among the many aromatic side dishes, honeyed yams, mounds of mashed potatoes erupting with little rivulets of fresh melted butter, dripping boats of brown gravy and volumes of heavily sauced and spiced vegetable, jams, pickes, and relishes, all exuding their various exotic odors. These delicious sights, the quick, happy tinkling sounds, the monumental music were all to come to a not-so-musical, but at least gigantic conclusion. Choo, himself, had tried to howl and warn everyone, but everytime he began to suck in a little air, Jonathon lifted his small rump and came down again with a whap, knocking all wind and thoughts of salvation out of him.
Meanwhile the doorbell rang for incoming cousins, aunts and uncles--adding to the cacophony and general hubbub. Now Jonathon knew with his usual perfect timing that he could complete his plan.
He began to yank and pull the cat in deadly earnest. The cat began to screeching horrifically. Beethoven's fifth was pounding to it's stunning climax. Choo finally found air to roar. Gramps woke up to see his place setting, as were all the place settings, sliding to their extinction in a tumbling fury of cat, crystal, hot gravy, and flying ParkerHouse rolls. At first, Gramps thought he was having one of his mild strokes; then he thought he'd better at least pretend to have one, if Diane knew he had done nothing to prevent this particular demolition derby. The turkey was racing for the edge as the tablecloth hit a snag. Jonathon gave a mighty final jerk, catapulting the bird straight through the pantry into Diane's astonished arms. Jonathon, then, deftly pitched Choo out of the play pen on top of the cat to perfect the scene. Diane and Miriam had to be restrained physically from strangling Choo. Much later, Gramp's teeth were found firmly sandwiched between two soggy rolls under the pretty much flattened cat. Ultimately, Choo having been sent to his room, privately rejoiced in the peace and quiet at whatever price. The cat wasn't much good after that, skulking in corners, snarling at any simple shadow that flitted past.
But Jonathon! Jonathon thrived and continued merrily onward as his crimes became more complex, far more sinister and his mental and physical powers formed and gathered even more strength.
Copyright: November 22, 2006
"A Beethoven symphony was playing. Miriam's favorite music meant nothing to him since his hearing aid lay packed in his dresser drawer. ( if we were lucky that's where it was) Nothing anyone said about it made any difference any more. Basically, whatever it was, he didn't want to hear it, but today his "philosophy" brought ruin. Furthermore, he had laid his teeth out carefully on his plate refusing to be annoyed by them until the last possible minute before the meal. Gram and Diane were ordinarily ready to scalp what was left of his fine gray hair for this habit, but today they were too overwhelmed with the last minute windup and flurry of the imminent feast to pay attention to it.
Jonathon, however, wasting no time, grabbed the cat's tail---poor creature had been strolling too closely by the pen hoping for an affectionate pat, but "God's mercy!"he found himself in a vise like clutch---bad enough for the crimp it was putting in his tail, but worse to come, he was being inexorably dragged into the playpen, one furry inch at a time. The cat looked beseechingly over his shoulder at Choo, but no help there. Jonathon was sitting triumphantly on Choo's stomach and hauling in cat's tail like so much line on a ship. The cat struck with desperation for his plight, suddenly stretched out, and in one long, swift, elastic motion snagged the lace edge of the tablecloth with his front claws. No one heard his initial cries as the music of Beethoven's fifth pounded through the room from the radio. Now the cat was truly on an elongated, irrevocable path toward destruction. Jonathon could not have envisioned a more wonderful extension to his plan. He paused for breath as Gram, Miriam and Diane, so intent upon the final gracing effects of the meal, never looking over the edge of the table, scurried back and forth, placing the huge turkey dead center among the many aromatic side dishes, honeyed yams, mounds of mashed potatoes erupting with little rivulets of fresh melted butter, dripping boats of brown gravy and volumes of heavily sauced and spiced vegetable, jams, pickes, and relishes, all exuding their various exotic odors. These delicious sights, the quick, happy tinkling sounds, the monumental music were all to come to a not-so-musical, but at least gigantic conclusion. Choo, himself, had tried to howl and warn everyone, but everytime he began to suck in a little air, Jonathon lifted his small rump and came down again with a whap, knocking all wind and thoughts of salvation out of him.
Meanwhile the doorbell rang for incoming cousins, aunts and uncles--adding to the cacophony and general hubbub. Now Jonathon knew with his usual perfect timing that he could complete his plan.
He began to yank and pull the cat in deadly earnest. The cat began to screeching horrifically. Beethoven's fifth was pounding to it's stunning climax. Choo finally found air to roar. Gramps woke up to see his place setting, as were all the place settings, sliding to their extinction in a tumbling fury of cat, crystal, hot gravy, and flying ParkerHouse rolls. At first, Gramps thought he was having one of his mild strokes; then he thought he'd better at least pretend to have one, if Diane knew he had done nothing to prevent this particular demolition derby. The turkey was racing for the edge as the tablecloth hit a snag. Jonathon gave a mighty final jerk, catapulting the bird straight through the pantry into Diane's astonished arms. Jonathon, then, deftly pitched Choo out of the play pen on top of the cat to perfect the scene. Diane and Miriam had to be restrained physically from strangling Choo. Much later, Gramp's teeth were found firmly sandwiched between two soggy rolls under the pretty much flattened cat. Ultimately, Choo having been sent to his room, privately rejoiced in the peace and quiet at whatever price. The cat wasn't much good after that, skulking in corners, snarling at any simple shadow that flitted past.
But Jonathon! Jonathon thrived and continued merrily onward as his crimes became more complex, far more sinister and his mental and physical powers formed and gathered even more strength.
Copyright: November 22, 2006
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