Randy Mac’s Livin’ It Up: The cat and bird escaped, but the sugar bowl wasn’t so lucky

Randy Mac

Randy Mac

One score and seven years ago (borrowing from Abe) we were in our first year of ministry in Calvert, Texas. We were living in a house that was built in the late 1800s and had not been taken care of since. (Okay, that’s an exaggeration, but it WAS in purdy bad shape.) Its pier-and-beam foundation made a safe haven for various critters.

An old black cat showed up at the house and began to hang around. Why not? We had another cat that was living there legally.

When he wasn’t nearby, the stray would enjoy the cat food left on the old back porch. I started calling the him “Ol’ Midnight.” He never would let anyone get close to him. Opening the back door would usually send him scampering to get under the house.

Late that summer, when I did get a closer look, I noticed that “Ol Midnight” didn’t look too well.  He was losing a lot of hair and it was quite obvious that he was sickly. The condition worsened, and I finally reached the point of believing that I really needed to put him down.

I borrowed a pump BB/pellet gun for the job since I couldn’t shoot a high-powered rifle or shotgun in town. I knew the .22 caliber pellet would take care of the cat quickly. Just to be sure, I determined I would lure “Midnight” in so that the shot would be close and there would be no suffering.

There was a chain-link fence just a few feet behind the house. I decided if I hung a bird on that fence, “Ol Midnight” would see it from his hiding place under the house and would not be able to resist such a wonderful meal. I just needed to nail one bird.

I had also learned at that time that a BB will pass through an old window screen, leaving a hole that is virtually undetectable.

Early one morning, shortly after daybreak, I was talkin’ to my mom on the phone. I saw an English Starling (one of two unprotected birds at the time) walking through our yard.  The kitchen window was raised and I decided to seize the opportunity.

I grabbed the BB gun, and with the phone tucked between my shoulder and ear, still talking to Mom, I raised the gun to position, laid the sights on that bird and pulled the trigger. I heard a strange “plinking” sound and saw something fly up in the air — on MY side of the window.

I quickly realized I had just shot the handle off of Robbie’s “Desert Rose” sugar bowl that was settin’ on the window seal.

Rob was still asleep when I left for work. At lunch she simply asked, “Anything you wanna tell me?”

I had honestly forgotten for the moment, and said, “No.”

“Nothing??”

“No.”

She then asked, “Like — what happened to my sugar bowl??”

It’s not easy for a grown man to explain some things. That was one of ‘em.

Life’s an adventure. I’m livin’ it up!

Randy McLelland, known as “Randy Mac,” is pastor of Cornerstone Christian Fellowship and and entertainer. He can reached at randymac@randymac.com.

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