So, Sunday, between papers (which I'm finally done with!), I decided it was time to pretty much dismantle the entire ferret cage and clean it from top to bottom. I had it all apart, cleaned, scrubbed, and had all the litter switched and had the cage back together. Woo! Was it warm after all that work! (Of course, I also had to fend myself off from the fuzzbutts wondering just what I was doing with their home! Roscoe the Inquisitive was living up to his name that afternoon!)
Anyway, there I am, wearing nothing but a pair of sleeping pants and an old flannel shirt, and getting ready to take the old litter and poop out to the garbage. Now, typically, I'd just run out to the garbage barefoot--but, it's Decemeber in the nort'land, and I'd have frozen my feet to the cement. We can't be having that now, can we?!? So, I'm standing on the landing, getting ready to pull my boots on...
And the doorbell rings.
Huh. I'm not expecting anyone...so, I button my shirt one more button, and look out the window. There's two guys on the stoop. And they look...familiar.
It took me a moment to realize that it's Rob and Mike--two members of the local Kingdom Hall. That's right, Jehovah's Witnesses coming to save me!
Now, I haven't seen Rob and Mike (not their real names!) in about a year...not since they stopped by my old place on the south side of town and I invited them in for coffee, cookies, and a perusal of my fine collection of porn...they...smiled...and backed away...
So...I fling the door open and grin...
Mind you...I hadn't taken a shower...I had a serious case of CPAP hair...sweaty...a forest of unruly chest hair sticking out of my mostly unbuttoned and very worn flannel shirt...dark blue sleeping pants with little polar bears on them...and barefoot...
"Rob! Mike!," I say cheerfully with a twisted grin and mischievious twinkle in my eye. They see me and start to back away...their smiles going from legitimate to plastic Ken-doll smiles as they see me...and remember me. "How ya guys doin'? Hey! Got any copies of The Watchtower? I need a few copies! Oh, could you do me a favor?" I handed Rob the garbage bag filled with ferret poop and ferret litter. "Could you toss this in the garbage can behind you there?" Without uttering a word or protest, Rob took the bag and dropped it into the garbage...and...I shut and locked the door behind them as I shouted..."Merry Christmas!"
Rob and Mike. I've gotta admit. They're polite. After they tossed the bag of litter, they walked on back to their car.
But they forgot to leave me a copy of The Watchtower.
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Oh Bjorn - you're so FUNNY!!! I would have loved to have seen that, first-hand. I've often thought about wrapping up a lovely, wrapped package festooned with ribbons and bows, containing a month's worth of kat turdies, for my noisy neighbour. Still, it's a thought, after all, Christmas IS, just around the corner!
Me. :o)
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