I do have other things I want to write about, but I thought while the last story on Donnie T was fresh on your minds I’d just add this latest funny to it.

Friday is nail day at my house—74 nails cut, filed and polished. Turn the bright lights on, get the cuddle blankie and instruments, turn the TV up and let the clipping begin.

When everyone had been properly mani-, pedi-, and pawi- cured, I decided to go through the boxes and throw out any old files or clippers.  I came across a battery-operated nail file that hadn’t been used in…like forever, so I decided to give it one last try or toss it out.

I put new batteries in it, put a stone on the end and pushed play. Yes, it still worked.

Cats can be the quietest animals on the planet—sneaking and slithering around corners—but when they want you to know they are around, as when they hear the cat food opened and they are not in the room, their feet can come pounding down a hall with all the quietude of a herd of thundering elephants.

Here came Donnie T—meowing, eyes dilated, racing to a screeching stop just shy of the nail file. (You need to understand that this is not a vocal cat. He was talking more this one instance than he had all his past put together.) He did his normal duck and dive toward the file, talking all the while. I turned it off and put it on the floor. He checked it out. Okay—no problem.

I turned it on, fully expecting him to back across the room in hasty retreat, but instead, he seized the buzzing file, started rubbing his head on it, and sweet talked it like I had never heard him before. When I reached to take it away from him, he grabbed it up with a “this is mine and all mine” attitude, like it was his toy mouse. I don’t know how his little mouth managed to do it, especially with the weight of two AA batteries in it, but he strutted off with that vibrating fingernail file, talking all the while. Maybe he thought it was another animal—a kitten or his momma.

I followed him to his stash. Periodically, the poor cat seems to have no toys; later I find several items under the edge of the couch, a chair, a curtain or the bed. This particular stash had his mouse, a chewed up former pompom mouse, one of my hairbands, a coke lid (?), the dog’s missing collar that I thought had been lost outside and now his new nail file.

He wasn’t happy at all to see me take everything but his mouse. He grabbed at my hand as I removed the file, telling me off in no uncertain terms.

I don’t have a clue what attracted him to that file, but it sure entertained me for a while. I guess I’m just easily entertained, and I hope you are too. Life always goes better with laughter.

Author: GlendaCameron
Author, writer, radio host, and educator Glenda Cameron has been co-host of TownTalk since 2006. In addition, she serves as Media Producer and contributing writer to www.towntalkradio.com. She began her radio career in Littlefield, Texas, at KZZN, later moving to KJAK and KFRE in Lubbock. Glenda’s hobbies include guitar, piano, and scanography.