Anyway,
We have a dog. Very nice dog. He is not what this thread is about. Here is a picture of him in our pool.
Now imagine someone, let's say, oh.. any random doofus, Thinking that it would be fun to put the cat in the same small dry pool in the larger, wetter pool.
Cats, by instinct, know when you are plotting nefarious machinations against them. It's sort of a sixth sense, like how they can always tell when you are about to feed them. The cat can be utterly asleep on top of the fridge (or asteroids cabinet) and will suddenly sit bolt upright and then leap for the safety of the space under the couch. It takes a steady hand to reach under said couch and manually remove the recalcitrant feline back into the daylight. Two steady hands, actually. One to hold the squirming cat around the middle and another to unhook the claws from the carpet, the couch , the couch pillows, the throw blanket, the neck, things like that.
So I take.. er.. Someone takes the cat outside and proceeds to place him in the small floating pool. Another instinctive trait is that cats don't like water. Instinctively cats will use every ounce of energy to distance themselves from most large bodies of water, not having sense enough to stay put where it is (reasonably) safe and dry. So the alleged cat instinctively leaps out of the small dry pool into the large wet one. Not a good development. Additionally, the pool liner is now also in a precarious situation at this point.
Now, for the sake of the pool liner as a whole, it is vital for the rescuer to scoop the drenched, howling cat from the water far enough away from the side. So I attempted. The cat literally climbed up my arm and across my shoulder and jumped down on the grass. It hurt like hell. Cat was indignant, as cats can be when subjected to treatment that, in their estimation, was less than stellar.
But you know what, I learned from this experience. Some things are better just thinking about them rather than actually doing them. Like cloning dinosaurs.
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