from a letter to Mark

and all true!  

Subject: one in a million

Mom always said I was special.

I went to Meijer to buy another big jumnorous bag of cat food because the cat didn't like the pink bag's flavor I got her.  I brought it home, propped it up in the pantry then worked on my computer notes in the kitchen--but I could hear a scratching and shifting around sound coming from the pantry area.  I thought it was Muffin so I said snide things like "You'd better wait until I open that bag Muffin!" When Muffin came from around the living room door I thought, "oh oh!"  Being the big chicken that I am, I got up on a chair and watched as the big jumnorous bag of cat food was shifting about as if something on the inside was trying to get back out.  ARGHHHHHHH!!!! In a moment of heroism/insanity, I jumped off the chair (ouch on my heel spur!) did a Wonder Woman lunge on the bag, grabbed it and tossed it out the back door.  It has been sitting out there in the sun for a half hour.  I am perched in the kitchen with my boots on in case it manages to open the door and run back in.

Now tell me, what are the chances of buying the bag with a critter in it???

yeah, one in a million

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