-- "Woman hits bobcat, gives it a ride to downtown Bangor," the Bangor (Maine) Daily News.
Update: Now you can join our short fiction challenge about the house cat that wasn't. Hit the comments. Don't be shy.
"By the time she got to downtown Bangor she realized what she had put in her car was not in fact a house cat."
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Thu Dec 13, 2012 1:11 PM EST
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And driving with just a domestic cat loose in a car can be dangerous, but with a bobcat....
It was Hrreetha, Queen of the Felinians from the planet Khrow. And if there were two things Bonnie knew, it was that Hreetha was really, truly, NOT going to get into that cat carrier, and that Bonnie was about to spend the longest day of her life driving around New England looking for just the right squeaky mouse toy.
You win!
It was then that Phyllis realized her error in tolerating the Kuciniches' refusal to ever cut the hair of their children. Later she came to appreciate that, in a lucky misunderstanding, local animal lovers had gotten little Robert a rabies shot. Much later Robert came to resent that these well-meaning do-gooders also had him 'fixed.'
"Bangor?! I only petted her!"-- yelled Bonnie as the Vice Squad pulled her from the car, with a sick feline that she had become the Maine attraction.
LMAO, good one.
It reminds me of the man who hit the deer, he put it in the back of his truck, and when it came to it woke up and bit the man in the ear.
My ex-brother in law was alligator hunting, took a "dead" one home(about 10ft), when he got home and opened the tailgate of the truck the gator jumped out at him, he jumped in the back of the truck and was kept there for hours by one pissed off lizard.
Bobcat probably got hit by Virginia Foxx.
That'll teach him to be crossing her road.
Its an easy mistake to make confusing a Bobcat with a feral domestic cat...
While an amusing story, I am still very sorry that the Bobcat did not survive its injuries but am glad it received humane care and that she was definitely trying to do the right thing.
I had a small brown bat in my house a few summers ago and my hubby and I were able to herd it out of an open door to the night outside. My two cats went nuts trying to "get" it before it safely escaped...
I had a house that had no screens in the upstairs windows. In the summertime we would keep the windows open (no a/c). Bats would fly in and we would "sing" them downstairs, stand outside an open door and literally sing, and they would follow the sound out of the house.
In this same house we had alot of alley cats in the hood. They kept the rodents down but were pretty darn mean.
Stephen King does not write fiction. I know, I live it every day.
Just a little curious- does this object lesson apply to Wall St. professionals, too?
That we should run them down in the wild, or humanely euthanize them?
Sorry... just couldn't resist.
It would be the kindest thing to do.
Poor bobcat, poor lady.
A mockingbird once flew into my car as I was driving down the mountain one day. I stopped and picked it up and put it in my car.
Well, it woke up before I got down the mountain and started flapping, trying to get out and crapping all over my cloth seats. I rolled down the window (yes, cranked it) and it flew out. I guess it was just knocked out, but I had to clean up bird crap. At least it didn't tear me up trying to get out.
I was sitting in a deck chair outside my tent in the Kalahari desert - I was a Diamond Prospector working for De Beers - reading a book when I heard a movement below me. I thought it was my dog Monty and reached down without looking to scratch him. It did not feel furry. I looked down to find that I was petting a Puff Adder. I then did the world record sitting high jump and he did the world record slither escape. It could have ended quite badly but we were both lucky.
Speaker McConnell denied knowing the 'hitchhiker' was a transvestite prostitute, after being photographed giving the man $150 for 'bus fare' back home to Indiana.
How about traveling for 4 hours with chickens and roosters crowing the whole way there.
Pity about the kitty.
I live with a half-serval hybrid:
http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll91/lumbercartel/Boojum.jpeg
The floor tiles in the background are 17" square, for comparison.
A beauty!
Thank you -- he's gorgeous. Loud, but gorgeous. And when he's playful, it can get ... interesting.
what she had put in her car was not in fact a house cat." and the floor at her back seat was not, in fact, a litter tray. EW.
My father, in his younger days, did a bit of hunting. That all ended one day when he was driving along a deserted stretch of road in South Dakota and saw a small owl land in a tree not far away.
He pulled the truck over, got his rifle from the rear window carrier, sighted carefully and knocked the owl out of the tree.
He went over and picked the bird up by the feet, congratulating himself on such a good shot. Halfway back to the truck, the owl came to. It had only been knocked out. Finding itself upside down and swinging along, it did the natural thing and clamped it's needle sharp talons into whatever was holding it... in this case, Dad's hand.
After a furious few seconds while Dad was shaking his hand as hard as he could, trying to dislodge the demon that had suddenly come to life, and the owl was treated to a carnival ride it never asked for, he managed to reclaim his hand, somewhat the worse for wear, and the owl flew drunkenly away.
He swore off hunting at that point.
Didn't she even look for the tail? Or did she think it was a Manx? Poor kitty lost its tail WOW!
@Ayuh!: You beat me to the Stephen King reference, but--in so doing--you did better than I could have ever conceived. Congrats!
Human v animal or vice versa is not as interesting as animal v. animal. 1st story: We had a huge lemon tree with drooping branches in California and there was a mockingbird that considered our yard its territory. Mockingbirds are fearless. A neighbor's cat placed itself under the lemon tree and just rested and watched the bird with an interested look on its face and a slow twitch in its tail while the mockingbird repeatedly swooped down chattering trying to get the cat to leave. We left to run errands. When we returned there was the cat and a boatload of mockingbird feathers on the ground. Suicide mission. 2nd story: We were driving in Scottsdale, Arizona where a humongous mega mall gives way to residential property on large desert lots. Suddenly, a large cat ran in front of our car faster than I have ever seen a cat run; just as quickly it was followed by a coyote which leapt into the air to catch the cat in its teeth while the cat was scrambling enroute up a tree. Mother Nature in living lurid color in the suburbs.