When I first moved to Juneau, I lived in the Mendenhall Valley, in a three bedroom trailer. I came up shortly after my friend, Linda McKinney, had moved back to Alaska from California, and the plan was that she would come up and find a job and a place, I would follow, and then Richard and Kathy would get married and follow me. Then, one by one, we found our own places. Linda found an apartment in the Valley, Richard and Kathy and I found places downtown.
Linda had two cats, Ebony and Heinekin, and I had Missy. Richard didn't rescue Hobbes until we were living in town. That first winter, while we were all in the trailer, we had a fairly heavy snowfall. And so, Richard and Missy happened to celebrate the First Annual Cat Flinging Day.
Richard still flings his cats (Hobbes and Abby [short for Abcdefghijklmnopqrestuvwxyz {as sung by Big Bird and pronounced Ab kuh def ghi jeckle monokqur stew ix is}]) into the snow, but Missy was only flung the once and the Hooligans have never been flung. It's not a sport I go in for, but the pictures are rather amusing.Click on pictures for detail.
1 comment:
Just one gentle fling in the snow drift couldn't be that bad? Sounds like harmless fun!
Post a Comment