Nov 5, 2010
Cat In the Trash
"Sure", I said, don't mind a short walk at all... a chance to stretch my legs a bit before bed. So off I went, into the dark, on the trail to the local dumpster a couple hundred yards away.
The RV park is dimly lit... millions of stars overhead but no moon... and it's quiet... very quiet. I know, having been here other nights for the same purpose, where the dumpster is located... off in a dark, out-of-the-way corner of the park.
As I drew close I could make out that one of the two big plastic dumpster covers was open... making the job of depositing my bag O' trash a simple matter of flinging it skyward, in a big lobbing arc, into the deepest recesses of the big receptacle.
And, as I did so, with great accuracy I might add, there was an unexpected, loud, and very ear-shattering YEEOWWW... and as quickly as the trash bag arced in and found it's target, a cat... no, a big black cat... an immensely huge feline... probably a bob cat or a mountain lion... let out this blood-curdling scream and leaped out on a similar and immediate reverse arcing path... completing a trash/cat round-trip in less than a second. Bag in... Cat out... that fast.
I am happy to report my sphincter muscles still have the same quickness and zip they had in my youth. Although startled... a bit shocked... heart skipped a few beats while it decided whether this was the end or not... and very wide-eyed, I did survive this attack by a viscous, rabid, jaguar!
But I'll tell you this... it'll be a while before I'm so eager to take the trash for another late night walk.
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