Cats There was a song playing when I pulled into the parking lot this morning that made me laugh out loud. It's not very often that something can make me laugh before 10 in the morning so this is saying something. The song was a medley of three Johnny Cash songs: Don't take your guns to town, Fulsom Prison Blues, and I Walk the Line. The catch, and what made me laugh, is that the story lines were about cats. Don't take your cats to town son, leave your cats at home Jim, don't take you cats to town. I was so involved with listening to the song that I took my car out of gear so as not to be distracted by my foot on the clutch. Apparently I forgot to put it back in gear because after I'd made it to my office there was an anouncement over the P.A. system for the owner of a blue sunfire (that's me) to call the front desk. Seems my car had rolled backwards out of its space and across the parking lot. Oops. Then, just now over lunch, I was sitting in a mall foodcourt when I heard the woman next to me say: "I can't go out much anymore because of the cat". Because of the cat? Seems like this lady is just looking for excuses not to go out, since cats are some of the most self-reliant creatures on the planet. Two memorable incidents, both falling into the theme of cats. Coincidence? I think not. (I have no idea what that means) |