Now and then, I get a little nostalgic. Looking back on places and things I remember from old Ontario. Remember my big pussy? He wasn't that big at the time, he was still a kitten, kind a. I lived in Niagara Falls at the time, you know nice spacious one bedroom apartment balcony and all. Well this is a FU-file from my very talented Mr. Mittens Mischievous. Yes now he's FAT and Lazy. One day while I was out shopping, I received a call from one of my friends at my apartment building. She told me that the Police had come to my apartment, and the Super In tenant had to let them in. Surprised and bit worried about what could possibly be going on, I rushed home immediately. When I had gotten back to my apartment, I checked it and everything seemed fine. I went downstairs to talk to the Super, and as I was knocking on his door my friend came around the corner laughing hysterically. Even as the Super answers with a huge smirk he was trying to choke back, I asked "WHAT?" (so much as to say, whats the joke?) Trying to blurt out the story between laughs (while turning red) they told me my cat was most talented. Somehow, Mr. Mittens had gotten up on my phone and proceeded to rub up against the receiver knocking it off the hook. With his paws he somehow managed to dial 911! At the time I had one of those old corded push-button phones that sat on the side table. Well two Police Officers were dispatched to my apartment, because 911 was unsure of the situation. Mr. Mittens was purring while rubbing up against the phone, so they thought they were hearing someone having a hard time breathing on the other end. The Super chuckled, and told me that when he let them in he entered with them to find my cat rubbing up against the phone just a purring away. He told me the Police had a good laugh, and it made their day but suggested that I get a new phone that he hadn't fallen in love with, so that 911 wasn't phoned unnessisarily! Do these things only happen to me?
