My girls and I had been out for most of the day. Emily was around 16, Erin was 12. To this day I cannot remember what we had been doing or where we had been. The fright we had completely erased all memories before and after the episode.
I remember pulling into the driveway, parking the car underneath the carport and getting out of the car. As I closed the door to the car, I heard a strange noise. A strange noise coming from INSIDE our locked house.
The girls, laughing and talking, rolled out of the car and stopped mid laugh when they saw my face. I put my finger to my lips and hushed them. It was then we heard “HEY!” “HEY!” “HEY!HEY!” in different voices coming from inside the house. No other words, just a continuous “HEY!” “HEY!” “HEY!”
I drew the girls close to me and quietly whispered, “I don’t know what’s going on in there, but I am going to sneak in and see. If I am not out in one minute, or if you hear me yell, run as fast as you can to the neighbor’s house and call 9-1-1.”
Why didn’t I go to the neighbor’s house and call 9-1-1, you ask? The answer is, I don’t know. I don’t know what I was thinking other than someone was in my house and they didn’t belong there and I was going to do something about it.
I eased the door open and quietly, ever so quietly, tip-toed down the hall. “HEY!” “HEY!” getting louder and LOUDER and LOUDER! until I got to Erin’s partially open bedroom door. The voices were coming from inside. I angled myself so that I could see inside her room and be ready to run if needed. Again, I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t run. The last time I ran was…I can’t remember, because I DON’T RUN! If there were a gang of mass murderers in Erin’s bedroom, I have no idea what I would do with them. Sometimes you look back at things you’ve done and just have to acknowledge to the world that you were an idiot. I freely admit it. This is one of those times that I was an idiot.
As I said before, I had angled myself so that I could see inside the room and be ready to run (!) if needed. As a swarm of butterflies took flight in my stomach, I eased my eye up to the door. As I looked in, I had to catch my breath. Erin’s messy bed was in place, along with her dresser and chest of drawers. There stood her keyboard set up and waiting for her next practice session. And there, on top of the keyboard, was Bob Carl Lloyd…our cat. Somehow, someway, she had turned on the keyboard, somehow, someway hit the “human voice” function and was walking up and down the keyboard with a different pitch “HEY!” coming out at each step.
I must have made some kind of noise, because at the point, Bob Carl Lloyd looked up at me with a “What are you looking at?” expression on her face. Wonder what the police would have thought if I HAD thought to call them?
It wasn’t too long ago that I was lying in bed early one Sunday morning. It was around 6 a.m. and I was sound asleep.
Suddenly, the sound of a child screaming filled the house. I think I stood straight up in bed. I went from a deep, sound sleep to wide awake in a heartbeat. It wasn’t a dream! The child was screaming and the child was screaming inside my house.
I ran as fast as I could toward the screams. When I got into the kitchen, I saw Bob Carl Lloyd running like a wild thing, chasing a small brown blur around the kitchen. I reached down in time to catch Bob Carl Lloyd by the tail. The small brown blur was a tiny, baby rabbit scared to death, running for its life. Screaming like a small child. I didn’t know that rabbits could scream.
We had a “cat door” fitted into the kitchen window. This allowed Bob Carl Lloyd to go in and out of the house as she needed. It also allowed her to bring in a tiny little bunny for her to play catch with.
Somehow, I was able to keep Bob Carl Lloyd away from the rabbit until I could catch the little bunny. I locked the cat door so Bob couldn’t go outside and took the bunny out, bent over, and released it. Never thinking until I felt the breeze that I only had my pajamas on. Sorry neighbors…………………….
That evening, as I sat alone in my house, a familiar child-like scream erupted from inside my house again. I quickly jumped up and chased down the scream. This time, it was coming from inside the bathroom. I raced to the bathroom and stopped short. Apparently, Bob had nipped this bunny because the bathroom looked like a CSI crime scene. The more the rabbit ran, the more gruesome that bathroom looked. Once again, I got the bunny away from Bob, locked the cat door, and released the bunny outside. (All bleeding had stopped by the time I released it)
I have not had another bunny episode since then, but rest easy knowing that I have “cat-like” reflexes!
3 eggs 2 cups all-purpose flour*
¾ cup buttermilk 2 tsp. baking soda
¾ cup vegetable oil 2 cups shredded carrots
1 ½ cup sugar 1 cup chopped pecans
1 tsp. vanilla 8 oz. crushed pineapple with juice
2 tsp. cinnamon
¼ tsp. salt
- Preheat oven to 350 degrees F .Grease and flour a 9 x 13 inch pan.
- In a medium bowl, sift together flour, baking soda, salt and cinnamon. Set aside.
- In a large bowl, combine eggs, buttermilk, oil, sugar and vanilla. Mix well. Add flour mixture and mix well.
- In a medium bowl, combine shredded carrots, pecans, and pineapple.
- Using a large wooden spoon or a very heavy whisk, add carrot mixture to batter and fold in well.
- Pour into prepared 9×13 inch pan, and bake at 350 degrees F for 45 minutes to 1 hour.
*If desired, you may use self-rising flour instead of all-purpose. Omit salt and baking soda if using self-rising flour.
Cool completely and frost with:
8 oz. cream cheese
1 stick butter
2-3 cups powdered sugar
1 cup chopped pecans
Cream together butter and cream cheese. Add powdered sugar until spreadable consistency. Stir in pecans. Frost cake and serve.
This is Bob Carl Lloyd not wanting me to leave the house. She thinks if she stays on the car, I won’t leave.