This is a favorite family story. I wasn't there when this happened, so hopefully I have all the details correct:
Late one night, my parents, Dot and Ardale, were sound asleep. A loud KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK came to the door. Dot and Ardale cautiously opened the door to find police officers on the porch asking if they were OK. My parents said that they were all right and asked the police what this was about. The police replied that they had received a 911 call from this address and were here to check it out. Neither Dot nor Ardale had called.
"Is there anyone else in the house?" asked the police officer.
"Just our son, J.D." answered Ardale.
The police and my parents went up to J.D.'s room. Sure enough, they could see that the long extension cord that connects to the upstairs phone was in his bedroom, but the door was closed. Dot and Ardale were starting to panic, wondering what kind of danger their son was in. The police motioned that they had to enter the room first.
The police kicked open the door and swarmed into J.D.'s bedroom. Of course, J.D. wakes up freaked out of his mind to see himself surrounded by police. They soon realized they he was OK and hadn't called 911.
Ardale finally asked, "Are you sure you have the right house? What phone number did the call come from?"
The police told him the number and they realized that this was the other phone line located in Ardale's office in a small building in the backyard. Now my parents' minds were really racing. Did someone break into the office and get hurt? What's going on?
The police went through the backyard to the small back house. They gingerly opened the door and there they saw our cat -- sitting on the speed dial button for 911 with the receiver knocked off the hook.
Many months later, a salesman telephoned to try to get Dot to purchase a security system for the house. She replied that she wasn't interested because she has dogs to protect her home. The salesman said, "But can your dogs call 911 in case of an emergency?" Dot answered, "No, but my cat can." And promptly hung up on the salesman.
4 comments:
I'm not at all a cat fan, but your cat stories are the best!
hahahaha! fun story!!
Is this the same cat who liked visiting us in the workshop on 700 North, and there earned the nickname Chicago (i.e., the windy kitty)? He is quite talented.
CW -- Yeah, you'll notice that in my stories that cats usually turn out to be the villains!
GRITTY PRETTY -- Yes, this is a family favorite.
GEO -- No, different cat. Alas, "Gassy Cat" has left us for another family, which has now moved to another state. Maybe he's the cause of global warming?
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