Charlie, a disaster waiting to happen

Daily Promt: Disaster

Charlie’s eye is healing well.  He even got his cone off yesterday.  But that does not make him a good patient.  Like some young men I know, he refuses to believe there is anything he cannot do.  Even while injured.

Bob called me one afternoon last week to complain about loosing 2 hours of his life chasing Charlie around the yard.   He got out while wearing his cone and proceeded to do his rounds.  There were gophers to check, bushes to mark, and birds to chase.  He did all of those activites about 20 feet in front of Bob, constantly moving.  He stopped to dig at the gopher, grinding his cone of shame into the ground.  That did two things for him.  First it coated the cone with a great collection of dirt.  And second it made it open up so there were wings on either side of his head.  Great strategy to use for then chasing birds.  Bob swore the birds were hopping in front of Charlie, laughing at the cat with plastic earwings on his head.  As a final chapter, Charlie ran through a patch of fox tails, the same ugly weed that caused his eye injury in the first place.

Charlie hated getting any medicine, but he did enjoy the effect of pain killers.  Swaggering around like a big bold man on the town, he would get in big trouble for about 30 minutes.  Trash dumping was the first activity.  Take a look at the photos below.  He looks so innocent and yet there he is–head and cone stuck into the trashcan.

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But worse than the trashcan was him chasing a bug.  Not so bad, you say.  Well what do you think about that activity while on top of a refridgerator wearing a cone and at the tail end of a30 minute “I feel good from drugs” moment which gets followed by a crash and hours of sleep?  Probably then, the bu chasing activity is not so good.  The story is told with pictures.

Here he is getting ready to leap on the fridge.  He’s the blur in the middle of photo.

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And there is the offending bug, upper left hand corner.

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And there he is about leap at the bug from a height of over 5 feet.  Mind you this is with an injured eye and a cone.  Stupid cat.  I took him down and he leaped back up onto the refridgerator.

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But  luckily the second time he leaped to the top, the medicine crashed occurred and instead of bug hunting, he went sleeping.

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And when I moved him onto a bed, he didn’t even wake up.

 

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Author: robinesworld

Welcome to my life. My life as a mom is changing as the kids grow up, leave home, and build their own lives. This gives me a chance to rebuild myself as an artist, develop a spiritual path, and most fun of all, start going out on dates with my husband. Come here the stories about the small things in life that can make one very happy. Dogs running on a beach, great breakfast dates, kids and their adventures, and my own adventures in this wacky life. I'll share some of my progress in learning art while juggling a full time job as an engineer. And best of all, it's a chance for me to practice writing stories while keeping in touch with my kids. I look forward to hearing from you. Comments, thoughts, and invitations to meet for coffee are all welcomed. Enjoy the stories.

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