This little story takes place at the Brunterm Container Pier in St John NB. The manager of the place was named Rod and his secretary was my next door neighbor Doreen.
Now Rod had more or less adopted a little Maltese feral who lived in the main warehouse and offices. She was a tiny little thing that weighed maybe 7 pounds at the most. But she had the heart of a lion.
Every day she would catch a mouse or rat and bring it to Rod for inspection and praise. He would fuss over her and quietly drop the evidence in the harbour.
Now this particular day Rod was at a meeting elsewhere. We drivers were in the yard loading freight containers for shipping. Suddenly we were startled to hear blood-curdling screams coming from the office. Madly we tore in to find Doreen standing on her desk screaming at the top of her voice. On the floor was a HUGE dead RAT. Evidently the cat(sorry,don't remember her name)had done this rat in and had laboriously dragged it up 2 flights of stairs to the office. Since Rod was not there she proceeded to drag the great carcass over to where Doreen was busily working away AND DRAPED IT ACROSS DOREEN'S FOOT.
We dragged the rat away and one of the guys weighed it...huge thing.
Finally we got Doreen calmed down enough and when Rod arrived we sent her home.
Poor cat was hiding under Rod's desk with eyes as big as saucers. After things settled she stalked off to her domains but not before giving Doreen a very disgusted look and sniff. She trod out of the office with a highly offended mien...tail stuck straight up and grumbling under her breath.
Needless to say there was little work accomplished the rest of that day. You can't operate heavy machinery with the giggles.
As a further note; previously I saw this rat being pursued by several husky longshoremen armed with clubs and shovels..in a few minutes we heard a yell and the men came tearing back..hotly pursued by the RAT!!!
Now Rod had more or less adopted a little Maltese feral who lived in the main warehouse and offices. She was a tiny little thing that weighed maybe 7 pounds at the most. But she had the heart of a lion.
Every day she would catch a mouse or rat and bring it to Rod for inspection and praise. He would fuss over her and quietly drop the evidence in the harbour.
Now this particular day Rod was at a meeting elsewhere. We drivers were in the yard loading freight containers for shipping. Suddenly we were startled to hear blood-curdling screams coming from the office. Madly we tore in to find Doreen standing on her desk screaming at the top of her voice. On the floor was a HUGE dead RAT. Evidently the cat(sorry,don't remember her name)had done this rat in and had laboriously dragged it up 2 flights of stairs to the office. Since Rod was not there she proceeded to drag the great carcass over to where Doreen was busily working away AND DRAPED IT ACROSS DOREEN'S FOOT.
We dragged the rat away and one of the guys weighed it...huge thing.
Finally we got Doreen calmed down enough and when Rod arrived we sent her home.
Poor cat was hiding under Rod's desk with eyes as big as saucers. After things settled she stalked off to her domains but not before giving Doreen a very disgusted look and sniff. She trod out of the office with a highly offended mien...tail stuck straight up and grumbling under her breath.
Needless to say there was little work accomplished the rest of that day. You can't operate heavy machinery with the giggles.
As a further note; previously I saw this rat being pursued by several husky longshoremen armed with clubs and shovels..in a few minutes we heard a yell and the men came tearing back..hotly pursued by the RAT!!!