Not having hearing from Minnesota Fat Cat in some time, I grew concerned. (As you recall, he is Minnesota's own official Groundhog). I paced the floor, wondering what I should do.
It has been a brutal winter with huge snowbanks piled everywhere. I wasn't sure how he would manage to climb out of his hole and climb further to gain sufficient altitude to do his yearly patriotic duty. After all, he has put on a bit of weight.
After all, today IS Groundhog's Day!
My cell phone buzzed as I was pondering my options. Fat Cat had sent a text!
He said: U R crazy if you think I'm going to climb out to check my shadow on this sunny day. I do watch the Weather Channel U know. Obvious to every *%#^@% there is much winter ahead. Well I thought - you don't need to get huffy about it. And February is your day in the sun - or other weather phenomena.
Relieved that he was his usual self, I set my phone aside.
Then it buzzed again. Another message from Minnesota Fat Cat, saying: GO AWAY. Am busy getting ready to watch the Super B. (I understand only official sponsors can use the B-word). Comfy couch front and center of TV. A six-pack, large bowl of buttered popcorn, salsa, chips, and little microwave thingies. Gotta cheer on my team. Go Broncos go!
Well, I'm certainly not about to disturb a grouchy groundhog. Or take him away from his pleasures in life. Although I was a bit surprised by his cheering the Broncos. Must be the Manning factor. Or is it because he is leery of real life sea hawks swooping down from the sky and sinking their talons into some poor groundhog.
One never knows how a groundhog's mind works. Especially one who knows how to text.
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