adult beverages, we took turns cheering the chase and apprehension of miscreants in Everycity USA.
One snippet of one episode
featured a young female driver chauffeuring her boyfriend about town in his
car.
A complaint was called in to the
local constabulary about two people sitting in a car smoking dope.
Thinking it was them, the police
rousted these two victims of society, and discovered heroin, a cooking spoon,
and a glass pipe used to smoke methamphetamines in the female’s lap.
Of course, they weren’t
hers. She didn’t know how they got there
or from whence they came. Her boyfriend,
who just got released from prison, claimed that stuff wasn’t his.
The police repeatedly asked both
if there were any more drugs in the vehicle, or on their persons. Both denied knowledge.
A drug-sniffing dog was summoned
to ferret out any narcotics they could detect with their keen sense of smell.
I immediately looked toward
Smokey the Cat, perched atop his kitty condo – a seven-foot tall structure he
uses for keeping an eye out for friend and foe, alike.
Smokey opened one eye, sensing I
was just thinking about him. He gently
rolled to one side and stretched his legs before falling back asleep.
Another glance from me was
directed toward my sainted wife who seemed bewildered as to what I was
thinking.
Smokey has a gift for telling
time, a skill I taught him. Every day,
at the same time -5:00 PM – I would call out, “Treats!” After about a week he became accustomed to
eating his special snacks at 5:00 PM.
Mussolini could set his train schedules based on Smokey’s new ability.
Smokey proved to be
trainable. Why not teach him how to
sniff-out drugs. After all, I have a
bottle chock-full of Lipitor, and some antacids in the medicine cabinet. What a great place to start, I thought.
After a few thoughtful seconds, I
uttered the words, “Smokey could probab...” before I was stopped.
“Smokey is not going to sniff out
drugs!” blurted my sainted wife. “He’s
not that smart.”
Smokey looked over at her and
jumped off his condo after giving her the stink eye.
The conversation ended as quickly
as it had begun.
It seems the drug dog found more
contraband in their lovebirds’ car, and the guy was willing to let his
girlfriend take the rap for all the drugs and paraphernalia. A true match made in heaven.
But I am still going to try to
teach Smokey to find drugs by sniffing them out. He already nuzzles up to my neighbor when he
visits with weed in his pocket. I’d say
that’s a good start.
