My wife and I have an older, cranky barncat named Tigger who, while we're away at the office, roams around outside and generally sleeps on the cement out front of our front door. Typically when we drive into our driveway, he hops up and starts meowing incessantly to greet us. Today was no exception; I turned the Jeep into the driveway and he saw us and dashed across the front lawn to greet us (Prompting me to slow down to make sure I didn't run him over).
We settled down into our post-work routine, me at the computer, the wife cooking something, and there was a ring at the door. Our friendly neighbour had come by to explain something that had occurred while we were at work.
We get door to door mail delivery. The cat sits on our front step. The mailman, apparently, was bitten and scratched by the cat and was so upset that he proceeded to tell each neighbor down the block about the cat attacking him viciously and that Canada Post will no longer be delivering mail to our street because of this.
My wife is a little embarassed. I'm laughing my ass off and am anxiously awaiting the cancellation of our mail services.
We settled down into our post-work routine, me at the computer, the wife cooking something, and there was a ring at the door. Our friendly neighbour had come by to explain something that had occurred while we were at work.
We get door to door mail delivery. The cat sits on our front step. The mailman, apparently, was bitten and scratched by the cat and was so upset that he proceeded to tell each neighbor down the block about the cat attacking him viciously and that Canada Post will no longer be delivering mail to our street because of this.
My wife is a little embarassed. I'm laughing my ass off and am anxiously awaiting the cancellation of our mail services.
