A Headless What?
If you recall, last week was quite exciting. There was the parking ticket, the mayor and police. Everything turned out OK in the end, but what an emotional ride. This week started out much more tranquil.
My caretaker, Lee and I arrived at the office (with no parking problems) and everything seemed peaceful and quiet. Lee began her weekly routine. She got busy prepping the legals for this week’s issue. Tim was chatting on the phone and all was well.
Then, people started flooding in the door. I never saw these folks before. It was as if they came out of the woodwork. Tim greeted everyone as if he knew them. The visitors responded as if they knew him. This was strange to me since I have been here a lot longer than him. How is that he knows all these folks and I don’t?
As people milled around, it became clear why they were here. They are all coming to work for the Fruita Times and this is their first day. Finally, we have re-inforcements for the departed Debbie Roberts, former editor. She is really missed and they brought in new staff members to replace her. Tim had light brown hair when he started here but it has turned completely gray since Debbie left and moved to Alabama to get married.
So, here they are introducing each other when Tim starts the meeting. He has each one tell a little bit about themselves and asked for a bio from each to print in the paper this week. They covered the do’s and don’ts of the office and moved on to assignments.
This is where it got dicey. Fruita celebrated the Mike the Headless Chicken Festival this week and Tim and the crew were discussing how they planned on covering the event. Just then one of the new kids looked over at me and uttered a mind bending statement. I will never forget as long as I live. He said, “Maybe we need more than just one headless animal.”
I looked at Tim for his reaction and to my utter horror, he was staring right at me. He had a look in his eye the likes I had never seen before. Was he contemplating the worst scenario I could ever imagine “Charlie the Headless Cat?” I was waiting for him to dispel such a heinous idea when he said “That might be something to consider.”
I literally fell out of my bed and onto the floor. Everyone was laughing and having a good time at my expense. Guess they didn’t realize — just because I’m a cat, I have an emotional side, too. Tim then laughed and said the town loves Charlie just the way she is and we would never forgive ourselves if the surgery didn’t go well.
Things then returned to normal and everyone scurried off to do their jobs and complete their assignments. Lee came over and reassured me the chicken would be the only headless animal we would celebrate this festival.