A Cat named Pippi Longstockings

I was thinking about past calamities in my life, and I just had to write about my most favorite calamity. Everyone has that one childhood story that just makes them laugh or ask themselves "What was I thinking?" Well I've got one for the books!

It was a hot summer day...HA! I've always wanted to start a story off like that. But seriously, I was a hot summer day, and I had received two things that summer that are very important to a girl the age of 5 years old - a bike with a basket and training wheels and a cat, who I named Pippi...Pippi Longstockings to be exact.

I thought I would take Pippi for a ride in my new basket, but the dang cat just kept jumping out of the basket. I was riding my bike in the street, which I wasn't suppose to do, and I was afraid that Pippi might get ran over because she would jump out of the basket and then follow me around. So, I had this great idea to put Pippi in the mailbox (along with my black Lone Ranger mask) while I rode my bike, and then, I would take him out when I was done riding my new bike.

I forgot about Pippi, and that cat had to have been in there for a few good hours.

Note: The mailbox was the old fashion metal mailbox, which couldn't have been fun to be kept in on a hot summer day.

Fortunately for Pippi, the mailman came and unknowingly released the poor cat from confinement. Unfortunately for the mailbox, my black Lone Ranger mask and the mailman, the cat had covered the inside of the mailbox, my mask and itself with poo. My diagnosis is that Pippi was claustrophic and suffering from a heat stroke. When Pippi hysterically jumped out of the mailbox and into the mailman's arms, the mailman was covered with poo as well. Needless to say, he wasn't happy and he let my parents know it.

Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse...it does. My parents came to me and asked how Pippi got in the mailbox. Fearing severe punishment, I blamed the unfortunate incident on my friend, Alex...who just so happened to be 3 years old...and had Cerebral Palsy...yes, I know. I'm a horrible person. And the sad part is that I just admitted to it about 6 years ago! Alex has forgiven me and we are still good friends:) As for Pippi, he is in heaven, but not by my doing.

Rest In Peace Pippi!