My Ramblings For Today

Blower You Scat
Ever get a swat in the back end with a big paddle and lived to tell about? Well let me tell you about someone who did, Blower. As you may of guessed already, Blower is a cat. He was in quite a tough and tight spot one day. Yet all he was doing was looking for a bite to eat. This story dates back to the last days of the threshing machine days. So before they started threshing that warm fall day, dad started the thresher up to get it all cleaned out, and limbered up and wouldn't you know it old Blower was inside that machine somewhere, and as the old thresher jumped into gear and started to wind up, one of the big old blower fan paddles must of caught that cat a wicked slap on the back end with quite a whack, for what we saw next was a pretty funny sight. We saw a fur ball come flying out of the blower where the old rotten straw from last year was coming out. Well old Blower must have gotten quite a swat, because he came out of there with all four legs spread out like a flying squirrel and his tail was almost as big as his body. You know the saying, "a cat always lands on his feet" well he hit the ground on his feet all right, and he hit the ground running, well he made a beeline for the barn at 110 miles an hour, he was the fastest ball of fur I ever did see. And from that day on he was always known as Blower.