Thursday, August 22, 2013

In Lock-up


We have started keeping the front door locked to remind we humans not to throw the door wide and allow Snax to exit stage center.  I was in the dining room at the computer when Snax came toward me using a call I have never heard from him.  It was a rather alarming growly meow, in a low register.  

I don't ignore unusual cat sounds ever since one of our, now long gone, cats found a small fire in the kitchen and gave the alarm by screaming her meows.

Snax accompanied me to the front of the house but waited while I went to the door.  J had been working outside when BigEd left, locking the door behind him.  J, being locked out, had not called nor rung the doorbell yet.  Snax knew he was there and went for help - I can only assume,

We need to talk to him about dialing 911 . . .

4 comments:

ol Doc said...

How could Snax be any better a watch cat than that. He knows where everyone is and brings help for Hoomans who are stranded out in the vastness of the yard. Maybe the wild runs out the door are like a fireman who runs into a building to rescue those in peril. Snax just runs outside to see if he can locate someone who needs his help. It could be. Then again, maybe not. You will know which - when the 911 operator calls to find out which furry child is continually calling and meowing about sardines......

ol Doc said...

Oh, wait... that was not sardines. It was about Prince Albert in a can....

RANGER said...

We don't have Prince Albert in a can. We let him out. I wonder how old a person has to be to understand that one . . .

ol Doc said...

The age is approximately 22 years old, unless one is from a region where tobacco is grown. Then they understand the reference as soon as they get that sticky juice on their fingers. Or have to climb up the racks to hang a sheaf of leavea. I'm just guessing....