My Cat, Jingles, is a Star
So, here it is, a link to the now-infamous story from last night’s Channel 5 newscast regarding the brutal home invasion suffered by my family at the paws of local raccoon ruffians, with particular emphasis of my cat’s reaction. Between fielding calls as my cat’s agent for national appearances and responding to complaints from the usual assortment of raccoons rights groups, I’ve barely gotten any work done today. The lovely and talented Lindsay Wilcox is the reporter, and the hard-working cameraman is Juan (sorry, I didn’t catch his last name).
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Charles, I was scared at first because your beautiful house looked like just a large pantry. But then they showed you standing in front of the sub zero and I felt better.
If, by being a part of this story, I have played some small part in educating the public about the dangers of nighttime raccoon reconnaissance missions, then I feel I have done my part.
So Charles, how is that Hairball Control food working for Jingles? I can see how that might be a problem for him.
Oh, that’s for me, not Jingles.
Ah, just kidding. It seems to work well. I can see, though, where Jingles might be embarrassed that all the world saw that she has hairball problem.
Well, Charles, if you invite cameras into your home, you should expect to be judged. Jingles has to learn it the hard way just as Erika Nazem did. http://blog.peoplenewspapers.c.....arkie-mom/.
I’m happy to see that others tape things to their subzeros. Love the subzero but miss having something magnets could stick to. Every family needs a place to post birthday party invitations, school lunch schedules, etc.
I also saw Charles Geilich and Jingles, media superstars, on the news last night! I was appalled to learn that THREE masked bandits had invaded his home and made off with cat kibble. Although this is completely off-topic, my husband and I were once camping with friends at Lake Murray and I went to bed totally hammered. We woke up hearing crashing noises by our campsite, staggered out of our tents and shined our flashlights into the beady eyes of 2 raccoons breaking into our ice chest (which we had secured with a bungee cord). One was eating a stick of butter and the other had ripped the lid off a can of Planters Cocktail Peanuts and was using both paws to shake the contents into his mouth. I was amazed that the piercing spotlight, shouts of dismay and general confusion bothered them not a whit. Brazen little boogers, aren’t they?
Well, MK, as long the little critters didn’t get to the booze. Then there’d be trouble!
I bet those raccoons rode DART to your house to commit the crime.
You know, we never had a raccoon problem before the new theater opened at Northpark.