Okay, for those of you who know me, this story will come as no surprise, but to a few others, well, here goes:
When I was a kid, we spent a lot of time in West Point, Mississippi at one or the other of the two homes of my parents' parents. Now, my dad's father was an alcoholic and prone to indulging my creative whims, because he was, uh, toasted most of the time. The dogs aren't the only one who has had a problem with squirrels. At four or five, I thought they got the short end of the costume stick, reduced to wearing gray flannel suits for eternity. I wanted to give them more colorful options. My brother, Michael, got the idea to trap them.
He and our grandfather, E.W., made these exotic contraptions straight out the Roadrunner and Coyote's ACME handbook. Only THEY WORKED. We would run out to the captured prisoners and spray them with an old Hudson sprayer filled with food coloring. Releasing them back into the trees, the giant red oaks in front of their Main Street home, were soon filled with a veritable rainbow of rodents.
As a side note, after several visits, my grandmother's phone would soon start to ring with the question, "Becky? Are your grandchildren here for a visit? I just had a blue squirrel on my front porch..."
I thought I was the only one and then I find out...
...Someone's better at it than I ever aspired to be. Of course, some of them, I wouldn't wish on a squirrel. This is bad enough from the front.
I'm thinking if that cat ever gets a good look in a rear view mirror, somebody's drapes are history.
Here's a lady and her cat dressed for a Halloween party.
Knowing cats as I do, being The Furry Godmother and all, I'm sure this feline is pondering the demise of her favorite Manolo's and her mistress' entrance into an alcohol treatment program.
I thoroughly agree, so...
Cheers! I'll drink to that!
*Yes, the above story about me is true. We did color squirrels for many seasons in Mississippi in the sixties and seventies. No animal was harmed in the process. They were, however, in years of therapy due to the embarrassment we caused them.
*No, I do not think the cat pictures are real. I believe they are photo shopped, despite the story that accompanied them quoting the prices of the dye jobs at $15,000 a month. Some computer Photoshop guru must have a ton of time on their hands. Or a drink in one.