THE CAT AND THE HAIR
One day a very self-important lady stopped by, and asked me if my mom or dad was home. I looked up suspiciously; the first thing I noticed was her hair. It was piled up on the largest beehive I had ever seen. Even I was impressed. She ruined it all when she spoke to me. I took an immediate dislike to her as she treated me like I was a small child. Nothing raises the ire of a 9 year old more. So I shrugged, and ever so politely went to my mom, and told her a lady wanted to see her.
They talked on the front porch for a few minutes then mom invited her in. Being the man of the house I followed them to the kitchen table. She sat down in the chair reserved for dad when he was home. That was another strike against her in my book.
My cat found it interesting as well. He was sitting up on top of the fridge, which was his favorite perch. She cleared her throat and began her spiel. She was so serious about it. As she droned on Fuzzle my cat was watching that beehive move. Mom and I made eye contact and worked very hard to keep a straight face. Poor old Fuzzle was mesmerized; it proved to be too much of a temptation. Soon he was looking for the egg that had to be in that nest.
The insurance lady sat there oblivious as our cat messed with her hair. He parted the top of the beehive ever so gently. Carefully he separated the hairs as he dug deeper and deeper. By the time the poor lady had finished her spiel her hair had gone from beehive to starburst. What made it even funnier was that she never even noticed.
Mom and I walked her to the door and thanked her for taking the time to talk to us. We watched her walk from our porch to her car. When she was finally out of earshot we both started laughing. It seems my mom did not like self-important people either.
Joseph Men
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