here's a funny story........ <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" /> along the cat lines...... <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />
Subject: CALLING IN SICK
Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my
excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying.
On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the
truth was just too darned humiliating.
I simply mentioned that I had sustained an injury and would be better in a
day.
By then, I reasoned, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on the
top of my head.
The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife's wishes to
adopt a cute little kitty.
Initially, the new acquisition was no problem. Then one morning, I was
taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me
from the kitchen.
"Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it.
" You know where the button is," I protested through the shower
pitter-patter and steam. "Reset it yourself!"
But I'm scared!" she persisted. "What if it starts going and sucks me in?"
There was a meaningful pause and then, "C'mon, it'll only take you a second.
"
So out I came, dripping wet and buck naked, hoping that my silent outraged
nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behavior as
extremely cowardly.
Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the
button.
It is the last action I remember performing. It struck without warning, and
without any respect to my circumstances.
No, it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth.
It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she
spied hanging between my legs.
She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the
sink. And, at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at
the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws.
I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, blindly
rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten hanging
from my masculine region.
Wild animals are sometimes faced with a fight or flight syndrome. Men, in
this predicament, choose only the "flight" option. I know this from
experience.
I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and
forcefully impeded my ascent. The impact knocked me out cold.
When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Now there are not
many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on the kitchen
floor buck naked in front of a group of "been-here, done-that" paramedics.
Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all
snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying to
suppress their hysterical laughter.......and not succeeding.
Somehow I lived through it all. A few days later I finally made it back in
to the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me about
my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk
about.Which it was.
What's the matter?" They all asked, "Cat got your tongue?" If they only knew
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Drink Up Ye Cider. 
adds a new meaning to the book called, "Cat's Revenge by Clod Bawls" <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/ROFL.gif" alt="" /> 
