biped...."There must be a gene, the catfear gene, that cats can immediately sense when a group of people walk into a room."
biped....."Our quilting guild makes baby quilts for needy moms in the Ozarks. This year, our leader has decided we'd do 10,000 inches of baby quilts and we formed teams, thus meaning that "people" were coming to my house."
biped...."So here comes friend along with her daughter. Daughter is a cat lover in training (she only has 2), but friend has no cats. Don't think she discriminates cuz she doesn't have a dog either."
biped...."We walk into the sewing cabin and friend starts ironing the wringkled fabric. I have no clue why but she was slower than all get out. Her daughter oooh and ahhed and played with the baby."
biped...."All of a sudden there was a shriek and the iron went flying and baby (Major) had afixed herself on friend's rump."
biped...."Well I've never seen her do that before, I said."
friend's daughter..."tee hee"
biped...."You woulda thought that Major was a saber tooth tiger the way friend jumped up and down twirling in circles trying to dislodge her."
biped...."Not once did the tiger attack me or friend's daughter. We obviously lack the catfear gene, or it is disquised by catfur." By the time a half hour had passed by friend was twitching."
friend...."It's looking at me. It's going to attack again."
biped..."Nah, she's falling asleep."
friend..."I know a sleep'n face and that ain't one!"
friend....."Oh God! It's going to attack!"
friend's daughter...."Hee hee hee"