Let me begin.
At work yesterday, my intercom rang. It was a co-worker (who shall remain nameless). And well, here’s how the conversation went down . . .
HIM: Kate, come over here right away. I need to show you something. Come quick. Ok?
ME: I’m busy and I don’t have time for your silly games, you impudent fool. I’m hanging up now.
Seriously, do you think I would have said that? For one thing, he’s not an impudent fool, and for another, I wouldn’t be mean like that. What I did was hang up and walk over to this person’s office right away. When I arrived, I saw that his windows were open to the glorious day, and he was excited and had his ear to the one nearest his desk.
HIM: Listen. Just listen.
I stand quietly for a bit.
ME: I hear birds chirping.
HIM: Shhh. Quiet. Keep listening.
After a moment, I hear what has him in a dither. It’s a familiar scream that’s coming from the nearby woods and I’m fairly certain I know exactly what it is, so I smile.
HIM: I think it’s a TIGER! It sounds like a TIGER, doesn’t it?
ME: (laughing now) It’s not a tiger, silly.
HIM: It sounds like one!
It begins screaming more. And every time it does, he jumps.
HIM: A tiger. It sounds like a tiger! Or maybe a cougar.
ME: It’s a fox.
HIM: Nooooo. It can’t be a fox. Is it really . . . a fox . . . really?
ME: It’s fox screaming. They do that.
He calls out to his assistant, who agrees that she’s never heard this sound before (despite the fact that she lives in the woods), and I had a nice little chuckle, assuring him there was no loose tiger, and that it was really a fox. And it’s probably mating season.
I couldn’t wait to get back to the woman I work with in the office across the hall to tell her this funny story. She suggested I call him back to tell him that we just got a report of a loose tiger from the carnival that’s in town.
He didn’t think that this was very amusing when I phoned him back to tell him this.
Nor did he think it was funny that I started calling him “Tiger”.
* snort *
In his defense, he’d never heard a sound anything like this before, and if you listen to the video below in the section entitled “vixen’s scream”, it may have you feeling a little disconcerted, as well.
And that is my story for today.
But I really don’t call him Tiger. That would just be unkind.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .
The photos accompanying this post were taken in late December 2007, when I began writing this blog.