Riddy and the pickle jar
In the summer of '73. Momma and I packed up everything we had and decided to move to Colorado Springs, CO to live closer to Lynn and the family. The "we" in the move also included my cat Riddy. Riddy wasn't really used to driving long ways.. this was a big move for my yowling feline. Mom, who as always had patience of a saint, took it all in stride, or made it look like it. Everything was going well, smoothly, kind of. We had to pull in somewhere along the way to get gas. We had a Datsun 510 fully loaded to the roof, and a cat crammed in there. Shortly before we got to the gas station, we heard a "clunk". didn't think to much of it until mom was out of the car and we discoverd the cat had gotten her head stuck in a pickle jar.. what was Riddy thinking? Well of course I completely freaked out. Mom, not so much. LOL. she tugged and pulled and I think finaly smacked the jar on something. it broke, cat came out without a scratch. Me. I think I needed cpr..... LOL. Momma fueled up the car and off we went. I'm just glad I couldn't read mom's mind at the time.. I bet Riddy was glad also!! I love you Momma!!