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Timo's Tall Tails

Update on the predator

Our mechanical predator (Mom calls him car) is still at the car vet. They said he could go home last Saturday but because of the bad weather a spindle didn’t come in. The spindle is here but now it’s the bear ring. Apparently the car’s bear doesn’t ring because he is cracked. I think the little bell that he rings must be cracked. They have already put a new bear in there, because they say without a good bear ringing, the car won’t be safe. The new spindle also has been installed. So the new bear can now spin and ring his bell. I tell you, cars are complicated.

Then the insurance man has to come back a second time to look at the car again. There is some cosmetic damage that the car vet would like to fix also. If it doesn’t get fixed the paint may chip later on. Sounds like our car is vain. He wants to get cosmetic surgery.

In the meantime Mom is stuck here with us. A friend drove her to church yesterday and also shopping because we had hit a major crisis. We were out of kitty litter!!! Don’t worry. We keep Mom entertained while she waits for the car to get all better. We’ve been asking her to play with us with our new Christmas toys. We need to test them out real good. They might need to be exchanged if they aren’t up to snuff. Also we’ve been asking a lot if it’s not time to eat yet. Usually we have set meal times. But everycat knows that when the humans are home, those times don’t apply (except breakfast always has to be at 6:00 a.m. latest!). So we’ve been asking a lot if it’s not time for 2nd breakfast? for lunch? coffee time? snacky time? supper time? snack before night night time?

Keeping Mom entertained,
Timo

The mechanical predator has an Owie

Our mechanical predator has a big owie. His front right rubber boot is all twisted around. He is at the shop right now being looked over. We don’t know when he will be well enough to come home. Mom says they haven’t even started treating him yet. There are people called “Insurance Company” who are battling over who gets to fix him up. And they won’t make a decision until Monday. Oh, I should probably start at the beginning:

It was Thursday during her lunch break, says Mom, when she was driving in our predator thru an intersection and suddenly, BAM, she got hit by a Lady’s predator that came from the right. Mom says there are strict rules in place about when those predators can move. If it’s green they can go, if it’s red they need to stop. Mom says she had green, the other one had red. The Lady says she had green. We believe Mom of course. Mom doesn’t lie.

Now for the important thing: No hoomans were hurt during this. Mom saw the other Lady at the last second and hit the brakes and our predator had slowed down quit a bit when he got hit. The airbags on the other predator went off but ours never did. Mom was worried about the other Lady right after it happened but, what luck, an ambulance just happened to drive by. Mom flagged that down and they determined every hooman is fine.

Mom says she is “stuck” at home now until our predator feels well enough to carry her places again. I think that’s great. Mom can spend more time with us.

Thankful that Mom wasn’t hurt,
Timo

The mechanical predator

Mom took our mechanical predator to somebody because he needed to have new oil. The old oil had gotten all yucky. And he needed to have his rubber boots rotated and realigned so that he can walk straight. While Mom was waiting for that, she walked to one of the big hunting grounds. And there it was. The movie that got away from Mom at the big Day after Thanksgiving hunt. Mom pounced right on it before one of the other hunters could carry it of. Then she walked back to pick up the mechanical predator. Boy, am I happy that I don't wear boots. I'd hate for somebody to come and rotate them and realign them.

Mom says having a mechanical predator is real expensive. He costs more than Mietzi and I combined. I don't even know why we keep him. I use him only once a year. I go inside and he carries me to the vet. But I would much rather walk to the vet. Or if the vet would come to my house that would be even better. I could show him my bed and my toys. And we could hang out on the patio and share some kibble.

Mom, let's chase the mechanical predator away. We don't need him.
Timo