ALPHAS WICKER
Bio
I have been writing stories or at least story ideas since high school. I am retired now and for the moment live in Fort Worth Texas.
Stories (3/0)
Adventures of Bathing a Cat
Cat Bath When I was in college I got a job working in a cattery. Cattery defined as a place that breeds or houses cats. I had to look it up. Anyway, this job involved me feeding, water, cleaning and bathing Persian cats. I had owned cats as a child and worked with them at a veterinary clinic so I thought how hard could it be? The owners were a young couple and very patiently showed me how to care for their cats. They explained each step I was to follow and I mostly paid attention. Like I said, how hard could it be? I didn’t do too badly at first. If you work around cats for any length of time, you are going to get scratched so I expected that. But then came bath time. Again everything was explained to me and one of the owners even bathed a cat for me so I could see how it was done. Being young at the time, I was only half paying attention. Bathing a cat was like bathing a dog, right? So after I was left alone to start bathing the rest of the cats, I began filling up the sink to bath the cats. I can already hear some of you experienced cat bathers snickering. You see I had worked at a zoo and all of the big cats loved to jump in the water. Cats were all the same, right? Anyway, after the tub was full, I got my first cat. That was the first time I saw a cat look nervous. As I approached the tub filled with water, the cat turned from a loving cat that was snuggling in my arms to a thing with teeth and claws. At least that is all that I saw. I managed to grab the cat by the scruff of its neck and somewhat restrain it. No, I didn’t think to secure any of its legs. Stop laughing. I tried to put the cat in the water and felt one of the most painful things I have ever felt in my life. All four paws were now latched onto my unprotected arm. You have to roll your sleeves up or they might get wet, right? I swear, if you don’t stop laughing, I’m going to hurt you. Anyway, here I was with these claws digging into my arm waving my arm (don’t do that by the way. The claws only dig in deeper) and generally not have a good time. I managed to pry the claws out of my arms while still holding onto the cat. It still needed to be bathed and I wasn’t giving up. This time I managed to grab a hold of the cats back legs and again approached the sink. Have you ever seen those cartoons where the character is about to go down a hole and at the last second manages to stretch their arms and legs out so that they keep from falling down the hole? Got the picture yet? Yes, I had lost my grip on the cat’s legs but I still had it scruffed. While the cat held onto the edge of the sink with all four legs, I tried to push it into the water. It is amazing how strong those little guys are. The only thing that got wet was me when I lost my grip on the cat and slipped. Oh did I mention I was also standing on a rub? Get this picture in your head. A cat heading for who knows where, me slipping on the rub throwing me forward where the only thing keeping me from a sink full of water is now gone. I’m so glad this wasn’t a full tub. I only managed to get half of my body wet. The owners came home to the sight of two former friends, one wet, one dry, glaring at each other from across the room. Yeah, they couldn’t stop laughing either.
By ALPHAS WICKER3 years ago in Petlife
Ted E. Bear
Suzy slept snuggly in her bed with her covers pulled up and her head buried in a mound of pillow. One hand rest on her new her favorite toy just given to her today. A teddy that was tattered and raggedy. It was worn, with missing fur and one eye missing. The teddy had been passed down from her mother who had received it from her mother.
By ALPHAS WICKER3 years ago in Futurism
The Owl Mage
Chase grumbled as he sat up in the bed. They had warned him when he bought the old farm that he might have some predators still stalking around. Jeez, he didn’t even have any livestock yet. He fumbled around for the light switch beside the bed knocking over the glass of water be had placed there. He cursed then searched for some pants and a shirt. His shot gun was propped up by the bedroom door for easy access. Four legged predators weren’t the only things to worry about. He thought about bringing his pistol then thought better of it. He was proficient at both but he didn’t think he would need the pistols accuracy. He wasn’t ready to go on a killing spree just yet. There wasn’t anything out there to kill so maybe a warning would do to keep the would-be predators at bay.
By ALPHAS WICKER3 years ago in Futurism