Don’t you hate when someone asks you a completely stupid question, and you’re caught so off guard that you miss a perfect opportunity to say something equally ridiculous? This happened to me the other day when the T.V repair guy was here.
Jamie, our little camel that is “technically” a cat, couldn’t stay off of him. Every time someone new comes into the house he takes it upon himself to act as a one kitty greeting committee.
As T.V. Repair Guy leans down to pet Jamie, he pulls back with a concerned look on his face. “What happened to his tail?”
Taken aback, I blurted out the painfully obvious, “He’s a Manx.”
Silence. This meant nothing to T.V. Repair Guy.
“He was born like that. It’s a breed of cat. He never had a tail…” I waited for spark of realization to appear in his eyes, but it didn’t.
“I thought Manx’s had short tails.” He still looked sad, as though something awful had happened to Jamie and I just wasn’t telling him.
“Not all Manx’s. This one doesn’t.” I still don’t think he believed me, even after trying to explain what a “rumpy” is to him. I watched his eyes glaze over.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure he left our house thinking that I rip tails off cats for fun.
In retrospect, of course, I have the perfect response. Here’s how that convo should have gone down:
As T.V. Repair Guy leans down to pet Jamie, he pulls back with a concerned look on his face. “What happened to his tail?”
“Poor Jamie. We don’t talk about it much.” I divert my eyes. “Do you know what you’re supposed to do when a cat is drowning?” I’d ask with complete seriousness.
“It snapped right off,” I’d say casting a sympathetic look at Jamie kitty.
And that’s what I should have said…
THat. Is. Hysterical. ROFL
omg, I lost it when I found that picture of the swinging cat lol