One of our Hobo Kitties, White Sox, was looking more than a
little puny so each morning when it came time to feed the other Hobo Kitties,
Thunder and Puddin’ Head, we made it a point to keep a lookout for him. He was missing for a couple of days and we
were relieved to see him last week, even in his emaciated condition.
He didn’t show up for breakfast last Tuesday and sometime in
the middle of the week we noticed an unpleasant odor in the kitchen nook area
near one of the air vents. We all had
the same thought, guessing White Sox had died and his body was somewhere
between the first floor ceiling and the second floor.
I went through the kitchen and the odor got stronger near
the refrigerator and the idea came to me that perhaps it was an onion or bad
potato up in the bowl that was causing the smell. Sure enough, Lucy pitched out a rotten onion
that had begun to liquefy in the bowl; yuk!
The air began to clear immediately; that is except for the
area in the kitchen nook.
This morning my son, William, got up on the step ladder and
cut away a hole big enough to poke his head in.
Prior to doing that, and this is my purpose for writing today, he said a
little prayer.
“Please, Lord, don’t let anything dangerous get me when I
poke my head up there.”
Fortunately the only thing William found was the body of
White Sox there next to the warm air vent; no opossums or angry raccoons that
might take exception to him poking around in that crawl space.
Tomorrow morning, after the Hobo Kitties have been fed and
we’re relatively certain that no other vermin might be hiding in the crawl
space William is going to seal off the conduit space that attaches the garage with
its electrical wires from the main part of the house, something we should have done
long ago.
When I was a young police officer I didn’t have enough money
to purchase a back up shot gun for while I was on patrol. I did, however, own a nice lever action 30-30
and figured it would have to do. Some of
my fellow officers joked about it; but you do what you have to do when you
don’t have money.
One evening several units, to include my partner and me,
were dispatched to a school burglary. We
found entry and heard movement in the crawl space over us. It was one of those commercial drop in
ceiling board systems and nobody wanted to poke their head up inside.
I had my 30-30 lever action rifle with me and I knew how to
flush the burglary suspect out without having to poke my head up in there. I’m sure the burglar wasn’t thrilled knowing he
was up in a crawl space with several police officers just below him. He was even lest thrilled when he heard the
sound of a cartridge being jacked into place.
That lever action rifle must have sounded like the end of the world to
our burglar.
From up inside the crawl space we heard, “Don’t shoot, I’m
coming out, don’t shoot”.
I’m pretty sure most police officers say a silent prayer as
they go about poking their heads up into dark shadowy places looking for bad
guys. It probably goes much like William’s
short prayer, “Please, Lord, don’t let anything dangerous get me when I poke my
head up there.”
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