This is a tragic but funny true story:
When my son was in 10Th grade he brought home "baby think it over" a life like doll to help kids understand the seriousness of being a teenage parent. This doll costs $350 to replace if damaged or lost. It cries intermittently for the two days they have to keep it and there was a list a mile long of duties attached to it. All was well until the second night when the darn thing kept wailing every 15 minutes and I finally told him I would put it in my room so he could sleep awhile. So I put it on the floor in its carrier beside my bed and went to sleep. All was well until about 3:00 am when the thing came to life with a blood curdling wail. Scared the devil out of me, worse, it scared my cat, who not only sleeps with me but is fiercely protective of me as well. I leaped out of bed to grab the doll and "feed" it and it kept wailing, so my ever faithful cat jumped to my rescue. She was puffed up like a basketball, spitting, hissing, scratching and biting...me. The more I yelled "No! Cricket, NO!" The more she thought I was yelling "Go Cricket, GO!" She was methodically shredding my leg in a valiant effort to save me from the plastic banshee. I couldn't let her hurt this expensive doll, so I held it close and managed to get to the bathroom and shut me in and the cat out. Then I stood in the bathtub bleeding down the drain while I tried to shut the doll up. I finally got it fed, then it cried to be "burped" then it cried to be "changed".
The next day I could hardly put my pants on my leg was so torn up. But, it all ended well...my boy passed his class, the doll survived intact, and I learned that if necessary, my beautiful kitty will kill me to keep me safe!
2007-01-29 12:17:56
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answered by Snoodsmom 4
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