On Thu, 3 Feb 2022 04:21:11 GMT, djh...@kithrup.com
(Dorothy J Heydt)
One time my mother cornered a stray cat. She didn't mean it any harm,
just wanted to pet it. The cat didn't mean any harm either, it just
panicked. 72 stitches and an arterial graft later . . .
That was a scary incident for me. This was right after the
Tate-LaBianca murders. I came home late one night, like around 11:00.
No lights on, parents car not in the driveway. That was
worrisome--they didn't tend to stay out late especially on week
nights. So go in the house, and there's blood everywhere. I mean
streaks of it on the effing _ceiling_ and this was an old house with
high ceilings. I called the Sheriff and loaded the shotgun.
The Sheriff was trying to be reassuring and not having much luck when
my folks drove up, my mother's right arm bandaged to the shoulder and
in a sling, and my dad explained what had happened. The Sheriff was
greatly relieved but then my Dad had the rather grim duty of trapping
the poor cat so they could determine if it had rabies which it didn't,
which was no consolation to the cat.
So I was expecting Belle to look somewhat worse off than my Mom, given
that artistic license is allowed and it's Japanese besides and I was a