If your furry family is anything like mine, they can do some mighty silly and downright dumb things sometimes. Whether by accident or one of those, “it worked out better in my mind” types of stunts, my critters have done it.

For instance, my one-eyed dog McKorkle used to run through the house, head turned back looking for his chaser but with blind side leading the way and then “SMACK!” right into a wall! (No, he never learned.) Or how little Sadie, wanting attention, began purring and “fluffing” the floor with her paws while also rubbing her head on the floor over and over. Only problem, she was standing at the top of the stairs and on one of those attempts to rub her head she overshot her head toss and tossed herself down the stairs!

One year we had the porch of our old Victorian refurbished. When the men began working on the porch floor they removed the old boards, replacing them with new wood, one section at a time. When they removed the final boards, we were left with a big hole in the floor at our door for a day or two. Leaving the house that afternoon, my Aunt Judy thought she would be able to step across the dark abyss, reaching the floor boards just past the front door. Our Siamese, D.C., decided he also wanted to go outside and insisted on using the front door. Being extremely stubborn he would not give up the pursuit so, when Judy opened the door, D.C. ran straight out…there really was that split second that you see in cartoons where he stopped midair!

With a puzzling look on his face that said, “Huh?!” he then dropped. Aunt Judy (being the tallest) jumped down the six feet to rescue the confounded cat. Being a typical Siamese, he showed his displeasure by kitty-cursing and not cooperating. D.C. made Judy chase him in that dark and dirty dungeon while yowling at the top of his lungs. (Yes, we had a small crowd at this point.) Safe and unharmed he continued telling us, for days after, that it was really our fault he fell into that filth. He probably had the other cats convinced we pushed him!

Soon after the porch incident, our state was one of several that got blasted with a blizzard that dumped 22+ inches of snow. With snowdrifts in our back yard, the depths were reaching close to 36 inches in some of our play areas. The first morning after the storm settled, my sister and I decided we were going to somehow play in the arctic tundra that was once our back yard.

Protected from the cold by her thick fur, our cat Frisky had long before shown how she loved playing in the snow. However, we thought play time in this particular snow should probably be skipped, since it was just a bit over her head. Not one to be refused, she pushed by our legs and out the back door. Before we could do anything, she jumped off the stairs and disappeared into the white. Moments later, bursting through the surface of the cold glacier, Frisky pulled herself out of the snow and to the top of her Everest. Standing proud of her impressive feat, she had conquered the cold beast!

Tagged as: animal antics, blizzard