On the way home we stopped at one of Mommie's high school friends. Luckily Mommie called ahead and we had a good dinner – the three barn cats and I got side
The barn cats were friendly and very nice. I thought anyway. After we played a few cat games, the other cats decided that I should go snipe* hunting with them. They described the snipes and explained where they stayed during
the day because they went out at night. It sounded like snipes were rather tasty. They said the snipes stay in the corn field during the day nestled near the bottom of the corn stalks.
The cat leader said he saw one earlier in the day about
20 feet into the corn row. I went down the row he pointed out but I didn't see any. All of a sudden he yelled to me “over in the next row to your left”.
All of a sudden I got drenched. Soaking wet. I had been so intent on finding
that snipe that I didn't hear the irrigation pivot coming. The ground was a little damp when I went into the field, but not wet enough to pique my curiosity. Bad oversight. You know how I hate cold water and that well water was C-O-L-D. Brrrr.
When Mommie picked me up to get ready to leave she noticed how wet I was. She toweled me off and put me on the floor in the back seat so I wouldn't get everything else wet. She didn't know what had happened. I wish I could have told her about
those mean old cats.
* Snipes – They are imaginary animals. When city kids come out to the farm, the farm kids explain that to be a real farmer you have to get a snipe while hunting. It is sort of a “rite of passage”
for city kids when they visit their farm cousins.
On our last night at a motel during our trip to Colorado, the people were watching TV amd I was trying to get hours 17 and 18 of
my sleep for the day.
I was fast asleep on a pillow when I was awakened with something hard jabbing into my back legs. When I stretched, Uncle Ron, Aunt Helen and Mommie all yelled at the same time
– who changed the channel? They had been watching a show which had cute dogs in it and it switched to professional wrestling. Ron accused the ladies of changing the channel so they could ogle the muscle-bound men. Since they couldn't find the remote
right away Mommie got up and changed the channel manually (how quaint!) back to the dog show.
A serious hunt for the remote began after the third channel change. Aunt Helen had the “ah ha” moment when she patted the blanket
and found the remote under my back legs.. Mommie called me a cutesie name, Uncle Ron just sighed, and I went back to sleep.