Mad Musings

[JamesSavik]

When I was little, I was a touch dyslexic, which was troublesome but good for a few laughs.

My older brother was considerably older than me. The family occasionally packed everything up, and we went to see a football game on campus in Starkville (Mississippi State University).

Once, my brother was showing me around campus there was a building that made me stop in my tracks.

The sign on the building read, Department of Fine Arts. That's not what my treacherous brain read.

I asked my brother, "What does the Department of Fine Rats do?"

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Edited November 15 by JamesSavik

[JamesSavik]

Big Enough to Eat

Back in the 1920s, my grandmother had a super-mouser she named Champion. He was a huge yellow tabby little kids feared because at twenty-two pounds, he was bigger than some wildcats. He was the undisputed King of the cats in that part of Holmes County.

Unless you were a mouse, rat or were messing with him, Champion was remarkably good-natured and would leave my grandmother two or three mice a day on her kitchen step.

At that time, cats were considered working animals. Their job was pest control and Champion was the best in the business. His kittens were highly sought after.

When word got out that he had sired kittens, my grandmother had plenty of requests.

One lady asked when she could get her future mouse eradicator, my grandmother replied, "Oh, just as soon as they are big enough to eat."

[Ron]

On 11/15/2024 at 10:30 AM, JamesSavik said:

I asked my brother, "What does the Department of Fine Rats do?"

Sorry, James. That's one hell of a way to earn an education, dang!