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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: The Comedy of Errors (not about the play) (08/18/11)

TITLE: Claws and Effect
By Joey Parker


Arbor is your typical cat. Lithe, agile, and aloof. Max is not. Hes overweight, clumsy, and possesses the intelligence of a nice-sized rock.

It was time for their shots so I loaded them in their carriers and journeyed to the vet. When it was our turn, we entered the little room where the procedures would begin. Now, I told the vet that we should start with Arbor since shed be the easier of the two, but she gave me this long-suffering Im a professional look and proceeded to open Maxs cage.

Ive indicated that Max isnt the most intelligent creature in the world. That being said, he knew where he was and was decidedly unhappy about it. This was recognizable by his being backed up into the rear of the carrier and meowing menacingly. Despite these clues, the vet reached her pretty little hand into the carrier. She immediately jerked it back out and had the nerve to look shocked because Max had bitten her.

From this point on, she let me handle the feline removal portion of our visit. I tried to pull him out but Max had anticipated this turn of events. He had all four paws splayed out so hes firmly braced in the back of the carrier and Im unable to get him out.

We began an epic battle that deteriorated to the point where I had the carrier in both hands and was vigorously shaking it up and down in an attempt to dislodge him. He was howling and still, despite my best efforts at negotiation, refused to comply with my request. The vet was watching me with a mixture of, what I perceived to be, awe at my mighty display of dominance over a lesser species and respect at my ingenuity.

Since my use of the Gravitational Removal Technique didnt work, the vet and I decided to join forces against this poor dumb creature that just happened to be outsmarting us. I grabbed Max with both hands and tugged while she grabbed the carrier and pulled in the opposite direction. Eureka! Max came out with a loud meow of protest and a flurry of claws and fur. He used said claws to firmly latch on to the most convenient thing in the areame. Now his cries of protest at our unethical behavior are mixed with my yelps of pain.

In the midst of this, the vet asks me if Id care to take Max out into the hall to be weighed. Since he was currently attached to me like a bad toupee, I agreed to her request. We proceeded out to the hall and I put Max on the scale.

He cowered there looking very pitiful and putting on quite a show for the other employees. When I went to pick him up again, I was surprised when the scale came up with him. He had now managed to wrap all four paws around each corner of the scale. A new battle raged while I tried to detach him. Id remove his front paws and hed latch on with his back paws. Id get those loose and hed have the front ones reattached. The whole time hes yowling at the top of his lungs and Im mumbling threats to have him stuffed.

The vet and I work together to pull him off the scale and get him back into the room where his shot is applied. When we finished, Max gave us a look of disgust and slinked into his carrier.

I didnt take Max to the vet because I wanted to hurt him, although I did by the time we were finished. I took him for his own good but he made it a miserable experience for all of us. If hed just trusted me, hed have been fine and saved himself a lot of heartache.

Isnt that how we treat God when He tries to do a work in us? We fight, negotiate, cry, kick, and scream every step of the way because Gods not doing things the way we want. We do this because we dont truly trust in His wisdom. We think we know better than Him when, in truth, were no better than a scared cat at the vet. When we finally start to truly trust Him to be Him, we are left amazed by the depth of His love for us.

In short, dont be a dumb cat. Youd hate to be traded in for a fish.

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C D Swanson 08/25/11
This was so entertaining, and being an avid animal lover, I totally relate to the Vet escapades! Altogether delightful and a brilliant way of pulling together the most important of all - GOD. Our very trust in Him, by submitting our all to Him we will always be in perfect peace and harmony! I loved this! Excellent story - Great job! God Bless you, and your little precious ones!
Mildred Sheldon08/25/11
Priceless! I sat here laughing out loud at the antic of all concerned. Poor Max displayed his ingenuity in handling the situation. A very enoyable read and I loved how you brought God into your story. Well done.
marcella franseen08/25/11
Such a cute story! I wonder if these cats are still a part of your family. I'm sure you have many more stories where they are concerned. Well done!
collette mcfarland08/26/11
can't say any more than what's been said! delightful and inspiring. I resemble the cat in the cage! it sounds like my biography! LOL
Brenda Rice 08/26/11
Such a delightful story. You told it very well. The ending comparison is right on target and your article is right on topic. Thanks for sharing.
Abby Kelly 08/26/11
I love this story - especially having shared a similar experience. Now I have a cat who is aptly described as a "nice sized rock." I call her Catundra. Thanks for the story.
Juliette Chamberlain-Bond08/28/11
I can never understand how animals seem to know that they are on the way to the vets. I have had so many experiences similar to yours (not quite so dramatic though) that I can entirely relate.
I love your story.

Carol Penhorwood 09/01/11
Loved your choice of words from the title to the "gravitational technique"! You painted a word picture for all of us that was delightful (for us) though not for you.

BTW, I just used your "technique" a couple of weeks ago.
C D Swanson 09/02/11
Oh I am so happy to see this earned a first place win! I loved it...Congratulations, and God Bless you~