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 Cat Shredder 

In the year or so since I’ve been trolling for jokes on our neighborhood list serve, this one wins the prize. Follow me down.

A local real estate agent, looking to be helpful to be sure, advertises his shredding events in the neighborhood newsletter and on the list serve. Why? Dunno why. He suspects too many NSA agents in the neighborhood? Too many radicals patrolling? The rebels are charging from the hills and we have to shred all the photos of Fidel in his prime? Dunno, dunno, dunno.

But the realtor seems to know something and I sure wish he’d call.

Me, I dutifully lug out the collection of Washington Posts and NY Times every week for recycling day. Trudge, trudge, trudge out–and trudge back again. And it’s been a while since that time… oh, we shan’t talk of it.

Unlike the shredding realtor, another realtor who lived just the other side of the cove, Andy used to invite people out on his boat for a breakfast cruise, properly catered, so potential clients could eyeball properties from the lakeside. One Sunday I almost signed up for the pancakes, and if I’d asked he would have welcomed me.

Andy also rigged a rope swing he used to fly out into middle of the cove, yelling for joy and belly flop stone-like into the water, but that was a few years ago. 

I miss Andy, and his spunky dog named Max, the size of a chihuahua. Max had biggins even if he wasn’t. Max faced down our large male husky on the frozen solid cove one winter. Mojo had to drop his head near to the ground so they could touch noses. The both of them (Max and Andy) had balls–more technically known as gumption, and I’m cheering for Andy. I expect he’s showing primes sites in heaven.

Oh crap, I’ve digressed.

But this present realtor has been pushing his shredding events more strongly of late. Which generated the following response on our list serve, winner of the award.

As posted originally on Pinterest

As posted originally on Pinterest

For the record, I can’t show Layla the photo. That kitty’s insolence would only prejudice her further. But just how cute can one kitty be?  We all need our lessons. Arf.