Inspired by TeaTime's diary Game Over: NK Endorses Obama, I thought I would post a story from my old blog, George Hates Bush (And Now Me?). I originally posted this on January 20th, 2007 on my now defunct screenwriting blog.
I thought, "You know what would be cute? George in a Cats Against Bush t-shirt." I really didn’t think I would be able to get the shirt on him, but I figured it was worth a try.
The package came from CafePress, today. George knows that most of the packages that come are for him so he was following me all over the place. I felt kind of bad for him, he had no idea what was coming.
I went into the bedroom and sat on the bed. George jumped up on the bed and started sniffing at the t-shirt. I slipped my hands into it and rolled it to the collar. Ever trusting George stuck his nose right up to the collar and sniffed it. At this point, I slipped the collar over his head and grabbed him. I pushed his paws through the arm holes, something I thought would be a challenge but wasn’t. Viola! George was wearing a Cats Against Bush t-shirt.
I didn’t get to bask in my accomplishment very long because George jumped off the bed and immediately crawled under it. So, now George is hiding under the bed and is completely out of my reach. I grabbed the camera and snapped some pictures under the bed.
I figured I would wait for him to come back out, but he wasn’t coming out.
I grabbed some of his favorite Fancy Feast and opened the canned. He started to crawl out from under the bed but as soon as he saw me he ran back under. Now I am feeling pretty bad for George, he obviously does not like the t-shirt and he will not be able to get that thing off of himself.
I went to work trying to get him out from under the bed. I grabbed my tripod, extended one of the legs and started poking George with it and sweeping it to the side trying to drive him out from under the bed. I managed to get him to come a little way out from under the bed, I took a couple of pictures. Before I could grab him he crawled back under the bed.
I tried pushing him out with the tripod, again. It didn’t work this time. He just bit the tripod.
Now he was really determined to stay under the bed. The only solution I could think of was to pull the bed away from the wall and try to grab him on the side by the wall. It was a delicate process because I had to be careful not to roll over him with the casters, and the bed is super heavy so it was hard work. It took me about 30 minutes to get the bed far enough away from the wall to reach him. Of course, at that point he just crawled to the other side of the bed.
I went over to the other side of the bed. I got down on the floor and tried to grab him from that side. I suppose you know what happened at this point. He went the other way.
After another 30 minutes of this dance I finally managed to get a hold of him and pull him out from under the bed. I held on to him while snapping a couple of pictures (I was really determined to get the pictures after all this work). Once I had snapped off the pictures I pulled the shirt off of him. The shirt came off really easily. I just held onto it and he basically backed out of it.
Once the shirt was off he was fine. He didn’t try to get under the bed anymore, but he did run out of the bedroom.
* No cats were harmed in the making of this blog post.