I bought a really great gift for my Dad on eBay, and it came in the mail yesterday. A beautiful, mint-condition edition of Popular Mechanics Magazine, the cover story touting the "Brand New Cars for 1955." I perused it a bit before I went to bed last night, stacking it on the coffee table under the brand new --but considerably less valuable or interesting-- edition of Good Housekeeping Magazine with Dr. Phil and his wife on the cover. Apparently there was a half-glass of water on the coffee table as well.
You know where this story is going, don't you?
Per usual, Doodle was highly annoying this morning. As I went to grab a magazine to read on the train, I noticed a glass lying on its side on the table. When I went to pick up Dr. Phil, he, his wife, and his Good Housekeeping were stuck to the wood, and the magazine tore in half. The Popular Mechanics beneath it was a rippled and warped piece of pulp. Pretty much what Doodle was going to look like if I hadn't been pressed for time. Man. How depressing. Had I known that the magazine was going to be garbage, I would have taken it out of the mailbox and thrown it directly into the trash.
Throwing my cat out of the window would have been cathartic, yes, but a few seconds later, it'd be a regrettable decision. That's why my friend Jimmie and I have created (patent pending) the Kitty Bungee. It ejects the cat from your window for what they think is a one-way and fatal ride, only to be shot back up and into your apartment safely but a little wiser. The contraption looks something like this. We're working on streamlining it for mass production and home use. Doodle will be piloting the test ride, obviously. Will advise.
