flintknapper wrote:Unknown to me….there is a small tear in the fabric below the seat cushion. Well…Earle found it and promptly disappeared inside the recliner (not good).
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Good thing... because I was beginning to panic (just a little) at the thought of having to tell Mrs. Flintknapper that:
A. I had to cut the back out of your favorite recliner to get Earle out of it today.
B. Ummm….honey, wouldn’t you rather sit on the couch this evening, you never sit on the couch. No, I didn’t hear anything make a noise. “Where is Earle� you ask, well my love……..it’s like this……..
Reminds me of the time I arrived home, way pre-cell phone days, to find my son in a panic and my wife in an uproar. Seems he was playing with his favorite hamster - Truckee by name, for no obvious reason from a six year old - and said hamster had disappeared and aforementioned son had not bothered to let his mother know. Of course this had happened before he left for his day's activities at school and he had also not let mom know about Truckee's delinquency when he returned in the afternoon, he had just let it go until evening feeding time when he announced that he didn't have to feed Truckee anyway, "because he was gone."
I got there to find the search well under way, son in tears in case Truckee had expired, wife sure that Truckee had expired and was going to stink up the house, and daughter equally sure that Truckee was hiding somewhere waiting to jump out and bite her (they had a history.)
I immediately got out the BIG flashlight and started a methodical search from the last known location of the miscreant, and almost immediately found Truckee nestled comfortably in the stuffing of an armchair very near the hamster cage and environment - cheerfully nursing HIS new litter.
And we had wondered why the little thing was getting fat.
