It’s good to laugh when you light up on the gas

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I’m going to try to tell you about a weird thing that happened to me recently, but first I have to get you there.

My sister and my girlfriend wanted to send me a present before my operation. They excluded all sorts of things, mainly edibles. They settled on a battery-operated birdsong clock. During the day, it chirps bird songs: robin, blue jay, chickadee, mourning dove, etc.

Once I was sitting in the kitchen when one of the birds sounded. My daughter Rachel laughed because she watched me look for the bird through the window.

If you follow me on Facebook or log into my blog, you may have seen many videos of my two cats, Car-E and Barn-E. Their antics make me laugh so I try to capture their struggle and share the videos with my followers – they often look at the clock when it strikes too.

In my cat videos, these two are fighting each other, racing through the house.

The big cat, Car-E, was rescued two years ago. The Barn-E rescue took place last August. He is a bit smaller than Car-E. Sometimes it looks like Barn-E is maimed. He often cried so hard that I went to save him from his big brother – the same mother but an unknown father.

After breaking up the fight, the cats split up and headed to different rooms. The breakup never lasts long. It’s usually Barn-E who backs off and attacks his big brother. He starts beating Car-E but it soon turns and the big cat gets the upper hand. I never interrupt a match if it’s started by Barn-E, even if he shouts. I guess he intended to continue active play – no matter who starts it, their challenging game is fun to watch and record.

I was about to take a recovery nap when my two cats started playing on their cat tower. Since my cell phone was right next to me, I grabbed it to capture the cat’s game.

With a click, I turned off the TV so the cats could play without audio interruption. Just as the cats were about to finish their playtime, the cuckoo clock rang in the kitchen and the bird clock sang in the living room. I didn’t stop recording this time. The little interruption wouldn’t detract from the fun chat action.

Car-E rests atop the cat tree while his little enemy, Barn-E, enjoys a patch of sunlight on the ground.

I took my nap and forgot to check in.

I’m still not ready to do much blogging since my surgery. When I don’t have the energy, I use funny cat videos to fill the void. It was time to upload the cats to the chat tower.

He didn’t record like others have in the past and wouldn’t let me post the 34 second video to my blog. I kept deleting it and reloading it from my phone to my computer, but it didn’t work as I had hoped.

Finally, frustrated, I walked away from my computer. It was time to heat the soup broth for my lunch.

That’s when I heard loud chirping outside the kitchen window. I watched and watched. It was so strong that he had to be sitting on the manger nearby.

I turned off the noon news to find out where this bird was – I knew it couldn’t be the birdsong clock because it wasn’t near the time it would be tweeting. (I checked it out just to see if it was crazy.)

From time to time, the bird chirped again and again. I figured the poor thing must be trapped somewhere. Maybe he came inside with me when I came out of the porch.

I checked the other rooms, even the basement. There was no sign of the bird chirping.

As I sat down to sip my soup, I turned my computer back on. There in the background was the recording of my two cats playing. At the very end, the living room clock chimed and became the only sound in the video.

It was the chirping bird I had been looking for in the house! I lit myself with gas. I laughed and made sure the video stopped playing.

It was time to write about my crazy day.

If you want to watch the video, go to my blog https://susanmanzke.net/2022/04/22/cats-again/ or my YouTube site https://www.youtube.com/shorts/vPsu2dNmFig. It’s called Crazy Cats/encore.

Susan Manzke, Sunnybook Farm, N8646 Miller Rd, Seymour, WI 54165; [email protected]; [email protected]; www.susanmanzke.net/blog.

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