Friday Fun with Garage Doors
Jonathan's dad called a couple of days ago and told us this story:
He was in the house when Jonathan's mother started hollering something incoherent from the garage. He dashed out to see what was wrong: The garage door was raised; so, therefore, was the cat-door that's set into the garage door; and so, therefore, was the cat, Elmo, whose tail was caught in the cat door.
Jonathan's mom had inadvertently opened the automatic garage door while Elmo was coming in the cat door.
The angry cat was hanging from on high, so reasonably enough, Jonathan's dad pushed the button to lower the garage door--but when it got near the bottom, the dangling cat triggered the automatic safety eye, and up went the door and the cat.
(I'd feel worse for her, but she's the cat who threw up all over me at Thanksgiving.)
Jonathan's dad tries again. Down goes the door. Dangling cat triggers safety mechanism. Up goes the door. And again--down, trigger, up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Elmo is screaming; Jonathan's mother is not amused.
Finally Jonathan's dad tries to lift the cat down by hand. The doctor says his wounds will eventually heal. Next, he gets a broom handle and pokes at the cat door, trying not to poke the flailing and screaming cat, until finally the door opens and Elmo drops to the concrete floor.
She lands on her feet, blinks, and strolls over to her food bowl. She, at least, is unscathed.
He was in the house when Jonathan's mother started hollering something incoherent from the garage. He dashed out to see what was wrong: The garage door was raised; so, therefore, was the cat-door that's set into the garage door; and so, therefore, was the cat, Elmo, whose tail was caught in the cat door.
Jonathan's mom had inadvertently opened the automatic garage door while Elmo was coming in the cat door.
The angry cat was hanging from on high, so reasonably enough, Jonathan's dad pushed the button to lower the garage door--but when it got near the bottom, the dangling cat triggered the automatic safety eye, and up went the door and the cat.
(I'd feel worse for her, but she's the cat who threw up all over me at Thanksgiving.)
Jonathan's dad tries again. Down goes the door. Dangling cat triggers safety mechanism. Up goes the door. And again--down, trigger, up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Elmo is screaming; Jonathan's mother is not amused.
Finally Jonathan's dad tries to lift the cat down by hand. The doctor says his wounds will eventually heal. Next, he gets a broom handle and pokes at the cat door, trying not to poke the flailing and screaming cat, until finally the door opens and Elmo drops to the concrete floor.
She lands on her feet, blinks, and strolls over to her food bowl. She, at least, is unscathed.
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