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“Are you done planting the flowers?” he asked.
She gave a nod. “But I need your help. Callie has a soup can stuck on her head.”
He lifted his shoulders in a brief shrug. “What do you want me to do about it?”
“I want you to help me get the can off.”
“If she got it on, she ought to be able to get it off.”
“I don’t think so, and we can’t just leave her like that. Please, Titus, you’ve got to help me get that can off.”
“Oh, all right.” Titus stepped off the porch, and Suzanne followed him into the yard, where the pathetic cat was still thrashing about. He bent down, yanked on the can, and it lifted Callie right off the ground. Her claws came out, and he let out a shriek. “Stupid katz clawed a hole in my shirt, and now I think my chest is bleeding!”
“Set the cat down and let me see.” Suzanne wasn’t sure whom to be more concerned about: Titus, or the poor cat, stuck in a can.
Titus shook his head. “I’m fine. I’ll tend to my scratches later.” But he did place Callie on the ground.
“Have you got any metal cutters?” she asked. “I think we need some in order to cut the can off Callie’s head.”
“I think I saw an old pair of tin snips in the barn,” he said. “You keep an eye on the cat and make sure she doesn’t run away while I go look for ‘em.”
When Titus entered the barn, he found the tin snippers hanging on a nail. He pulled them down, and then slipped on a pair of heavy-duty gloves, as well as a jacket to protect himself.
“Sure don’t know why I’m doin’ this,” he muttered. “I don’t even like cats.”
When Titus returned to the yard, he found Suzanne squatted down beside Callie, who was squirming around as she pawed frantically at the can that held her captive. “I’ve got the snippers,” he announced. “I’ll slip around front and try to cut her free.”
Suzanne’s eyes narrowed. “You’re going to use that old rusty-looking cutter?”
“Sure, why not?”
“It really looks dull. Probably wouldn’t cut a stick of butter.”
“Well, it’s the only pair I could find.” Titus knelt on the grass in front of the cat.
“She’s scared and might not cooperate with you,” Suzanne said. “Maybe I should try and hold her.”
Titus shook his head. “We know that’s not going to work. She’s too upset. Just leave her on the ground, put your hand on her back, and I’ll see if I can cut the can off.”
As Titus began clipping at the can, the cat flipped her head from side to side.
“Be careful; you might cut Callie’s head.” The panic in Suzanne’s voice let Titus know how worried she was about the cat.
“I’m being as careful as I can, but it would help if she’d just hold still.” He gritted his teeth as he continued to cut.
Finally, with one last snip, Callie was free. She shook her head a few times, and growled, crouching low to the ground. Looking up at Titus, she hissed as though threatening him. Then with a high-pitched meow, she darted for the barn.
“Stupid critter,” Titus muttered. “She acts like I’m the one who put the can on her head.” He stomped on the can and shouted at the cat’s retreating form, “Don’t play with cans, you ungrateful katz!”
Suzanne stepped in front of Titus and planted both hands on her hips. “If you didn’t leave your cans lying around, she wouldn’t have gotten herself into such a fix.”
“I didn’t. Don’t know where that can came from. She probably got it out of the garbage.” As Titus thought more about the whole situation, it suddenly seemed kind of funny. “Stupid critter put on quite a show for us, didn’t she?” he asked with a snicker.
Suzanne glared at him a few seconds; then she looked down at what was left of the can and started to giggle. “She did look pretty silly with her head in that can.”
Laughter bubbled in
She gave a nod. “But I need your help. Callie has a soup can stuck on her head.”
He lifted his shoulders in a brief shrug. “What do you want me to do about it?”
“I want you to help me get the can off.”
“If she got it on, she ought to be able to get it off.”
“I don’t think so, and we can’t just leave her like that. Please, Titus, you’ve got to help me get that can off.”
“Oh, all right.” Titus stepped off the porch, and Suzanne followed him into the yard, where the pathetic cat was still thrashing about. He bent down, yanked on the can, and it lifted Callie right off the ground. Her claws came out, and he let out a shriek. “Stupid katz clawed a hole in my shirt, and now I think my chest is bleeding!”
“Set the cat down and let me see.” Suzanne wasn’t sure whom to be more concerned about: Titus, or the poor cat, stuck in a can.
Titus shook his head. “I’m fine. I’ll tend to my scratches later.” But he did place Callie on the ground.
“Have you got any metal cutters?” she asked. “I think we need some in order to cut the can off Callie’s head.”
“I think I saw an old pair of tin snips in the barn,” he said. “You keep an eye on the cat and make sure she doesn’t run away while I go look for ‘em.”
When Titus entered the barn, he found the tin snippers hanging on a nail. He pulled them down, and then slipped on a pair of heavy-duty gloves, as well as a jacket to protect himself.
“Sure don’t know why I’m doin’ this,” he muttered. “I don’t even like cats.”
When Titus returned to the yard, he found Suzanne squatted down beside Callie, who was squirming around as she pawed frantically at the can that held her captive. “I’ve got the snippers,” he announced. “I’ll slip around front and try to cut her free.”
Suzanne’s eyes narrowed. “You’re going to use that old rusty-looking cutter?”
“Sure, why not?”
“It really looks dull. Probably wouldn’t cut a stick of butter.”
“Well, it’s the only pair I could find.” Titus knelt on the grass in front of the cat.
“She’s scared and might not cooperate with you,” Suzanne said. “Maybe I should try and hold her.”
Titus shook his head. “We know that’s not going to work. She’s too upset. Just leave her on the ground, put your hand on her back, and I’ll see if I can cut the can off.”
As Titus began clipping at the can, the cat flipped her head from side to side.
“Be careful; you might cut Callie’s head.” The panic in Suzanne’s voice let Titus know how worried she was about the cat.
“I’m being as careful as I can, but it would help if she’d just hold still.” He gritted his teeth as he continued to cut.
Finally, with one last snip, Callie was free. She shook her head a few times, and growled, crouching low to the ground. Looking up at Titus, she hissed as though threatening him. Then with a high-pitched meow, she darted for the barn.
“Stupid critter,” Titus muttered. “She acts like I’m the one who put the can on her head.” He stomped on the can and shouted at the cat’s retreating form, “Don’t play with cans, you ungrateful katz!”
Suzanne stepped in front of Titus and planted both hands on her hips. “If you didn’t leave your cans lying around, she wouldn’t have gotten herself into such a fix.”
“I didn’t. Don’t know where that can came from. She probably got it out of the garbage.” As Titus thought more about the whole situation, it suddenly seemed kind of funny. “Stupid critter put on quite a show for us, didn’t she?” he asked with a snicker.
Suzanne glared at him a few seconds; then she looked down at what was left of the can and started to giggle. “She did look pretty silly with her head in that can.”
Laughter bubbled in
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