Thomas Jefferson had a horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day.
The day started off well enough, with his usual breakfast of Fancy Feast sliced turkey in gravy. But it was downhill from there.
He was up doing his usual exploring and defense of the perimeter of his house from the roof, 3 stories above the ground. Then he saw that Persian next door who he’s had his eye on since forever, and he lost his footing and fell to the ground, into a drain pipe.
The end of the drain pipe had been crushed, leaving TJ no means of escape. All he could do 2as yell for help.
Which he did for about seven hours.
But we promised you good news, and here it is…
A neighbor had heard him in the morning, but didn’t think much about it. But that afternoon when he returned and the cat was still yowling, he called for help.
Some handsome burly firefighters from the Nashville Fire Dept. promptly arrived on the scene and worked to free TJ from his predicament. In short order, Thomas Jefferson was extricated.
He was reunited with his purrson, Watkins College President Joseph “J.” Kline.
Kline asked TJ “What were you thinking?”
“With God as my witness, I’m never touching water again,” TJ replied. “Got some treats?”