May 03, 2012
"So... What Did You Do At Work Today, Sweetie?"
Finally, someone whose work day is more surreal than ours:
Posted by Cassandra at May 3, 2012 12:37 PM
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OK, Why is the cat singing a pop version of "Silent Night?"
Posted by: Pogue at May 3, 2012 01:15 PM
Leaving aside the cutesy texty musicy stuff, it was good that the fire team responded. And succeeded.
The cynic in me has to note, though, how far we've...come...in matters of personnel safety. In my day a fireman--or a telephone lineman--would have strapped his spikey thingies (that was the industry term then) onto his boots and gone on up the pole and got the cat in about a third the time. Possibly with the cat "escaping" and falling those 20 feet as in the video, but that's usually an inconvenience for the cat rather than injurious.
Again, good on the team for the rescue.
Posted by: E Hines at May 3, 2012 01:45 PM
OK, Why is the cat singing a pop version of "Silent Night?"
This is obviously a very accomplished cat. First, it climbs to the top of a telephone pole.
With a bag of Doritos on its head, mind you. Or perhaps it donned the Doritos bag once atop the pole. It is hard to know for sure.
Once it realized it was being filmed, it had the presence of mind to begin singing for the cameras. Now most of us, were we to suddenly find ourselves perched atop a telephone pole with a Dorito bag on our heads, would be somewhat unnerved.
Not this cat. In an immaculately executed act of performance art clearly intended to evoke the existential despair we all (feline and human alike) feel at the essential meaninglessness of life in a wealthy, industrialized nation inexplicably bereft of economic justice or the public option, it waited for the precise moment of its deliverance to execute a perfect swan dive off the pole before running off, leaving us all wanting sooooo much more.
Posted by: Cass - Confirmation Bigot-in-Training at May 3, 2012 02:08 PM
Y'all are obviously woefully malinformed as to the quality of the accoustics inside a Doritos bag.
Posted by: Snarkammando at May 3, 2012 03:53 PM
This is only my personal experience talking. When I am atop a 20-feet electrical pole with a Doritos bag on my head, 60% of the time I choose showtunes. 30% is devoted to gospel music, and 10% to the Ramones.
As my husband says, there's not usually much need to rescue a cat from a tree, because how often do you see cat skeletons way up in trees?
Posted by: Texan99 at May 3, 2012 04:19 PM
The volunteer fire department where I grew up did once have a member blast a cat out of a tree with a one-inch booster hose. I understand the owner was not amused.
Posted by: Grim at May 3, 2012 04:22 PM
"... blast a cat out of a tree with a one-inch booster hose. I understand the owner was not amused."
Well, shyeah. You can't get any distance with a one inch hose. In order to really launch the kitty, you need to use the 4" mainline. Then you'll have a proper gato gyser.
I thought everybody knew that.
Posted by: DL Sly at May 3, 2012 04:35 PM
The normal rule is to leave the cat alone, it'll come down when it gets hungry enough. I suppose it was a slow day for the SPFD along with perhaps the fact that the bag was on its head.
I certainly would have expected the firefighter to expect the cat to freak and grab it harder... it's not like, with the gloves and gear he's wearing that its claws would be of much concern.
Posted by: IGotBupkis, Legally Defined Cyberbully in All 57 States at May 3, 2012 04:58 PM
Never underestimate the ability of a rescuee (of Any species) to find the week spots in your bunker gear... Ever.
Posted by: William at May 4, 2012 02:55 AM
That was my thought, too, though. If you're going to grab a stressed cat, you can't be tentative about it. You've got to put the clamps down. Even better, throw a bag over it. You only get the one shot.
Posted by: Texan99 at May 4, 2012 08:40 AM
"...throw a bag over it."
Ummm....T99? There *was* a bag over it.
I know, I know, you were busy trying to segue from "Hernando's Hideaway" to "Amazing Grace" to notice...and besides, the bag was blocking your view.....and climate change was in your eyes....oh, and the evil BushHitlerCheneyBurton shook a burning Shrub (that's where the climate change came in) at you and made you do it.
Posted by: DL Sly at May 4, 2012 09:30 AM
"There *was* a bag over it.
I know, I know, you were busy trying to segue from "Hernando's Hideaway" to "Amazing Grace" to notice."
For just one second, I thought you were reading aloud a Classified report on the Secret Service Advance Team's Excellent Adventures in Colombia or DOJ's prior knowledge of F&F.
So many bags, so little time.
Posted by: J. Edgar Hubris at May 4, 2012 10:30 AM
"So many bags, so little time."
Oh come, come, shirley we can have a day where we don't point and laugh at those certain womyn of progressive persuasion......well, maybe not.
Posted by: Snarkammando at May 4, 2012 12:45 PM
"Oh come, come, shirley we can have a day where we don't point and laugh at those certain womyn of progressive persuasion..."
It has recently come to the attention of the office of DaHMWIC at the FIB, through a certain press secretary codename PantsAfire, that codename FORWARD FELLOW has commissioned codename SKUNKWORKS at Knucklehead to design and build a composite woman, codename JULIA, aka GIRLFRIEND.
Such a Ballot-box Buster can stay under the taxpayer's radar for her entire existence, all the while fully exploiting codename Whosyourdaddy.
To laugh or to cry...
*tosses coin into the air*
Posted by: J. Edgar Hubris at May 4, 2012 02:48 PM
There wasn't a bag over the dangerous parts! The head is the least of your problems. It's those eviscerating back claws.
I still remember the first time I tried to give my cat a bath when I was a kid. I thought it would work best if I got in the tub with him and closed the glass doors. That just meant that the only way the cat could get out of the deadly water was to climb to the top of my head over my unprotected body.
Posted by: Texan99 at May 4, 2012 03:10 PM
How in the hell do you dispatch a million dollar piece of machinery, fully manned by uniformed professionals employing every safety device and measure, and then drop the damned cat? A ten year-old with a tennis ball could have accomplished the same thing in 30 seconds.
I hate cats, but I love the woman who loves them.
Posted by: spd rdr at May 4, 2012 05:47 PM