"The Day Young Angus Damn Near Kicked the Bucket" by The Cat That Would Be Heard

It was a bright and sunny winter Sunday morning some eight years ago and I lay sleeping on back of the love seat by the big window.
The mistress was home alone and was tidying in her pajamas and slippers when all of a sudden Daisy began to wriggle and squirm and bark at the window.
One eye popped open to see what the fuss was about. Then the other eye followed in shock. Across the driveway where the pond lay covered in a thin layer of ice was a horrifying sight to see.
Young Angus had fallen through and was swimming back and forth like a large orange fish under the crust, frantically trying to find his way out through the hole he had fallen in.
As I stood up and Daisy continued to bark, the mistress glanced over to see what the ruckus was about.
I dare not repeat what she exclaimed as she ran out the door in a flash, though I must confess to mumbling the same. Out she ran into the snow, Daisy behind her and I, staying by the window for a better view.
Out the mistress ran, toward the pond crying "Angus, oh Angus! Help" The Nana heard her cry and came running down the laneway as she frantically crashed her way through the ice and pushed toward poor Angus, waist deep in water.
She grabbed him and pulled him out and stumbled and struggled back to the shore. I didn`t know what to think as I saw her, legs scratched and one slipper floating behind, with her arms holding Angus out toward the Nana to grab so she could get herself out of the ice bits and cold water.
The sight was rather quite horrendous. Her weeping and gasping. "Mouth to mouth, mouth to mouth Mum!" she shouted. And the unconscious Angus in her outstretched arms, with his legs all sticking up and his mouth hanging open! A truly pitiful sight, yet almost comical, they both looked, when I can safely remeber it now knowing all went well. "Angus, you`re a gonner." I thought at that moment. "You`ve finally messed by that water for the last time, dear boy."

The Nana grabbed him and quick as a wink, put him on his back and opened his mouth and breathed in.....and breathed in again....and again. To my joy and amazement, Angus got up!
The mistress grabbed him and hugged him and kissed him and cried. Why she would cry is a puzzle to me. You would think she would be quite over-joyed. But never mind. The miracle was that young Angus had survived thanks to dear Daisy dog and her rescue team.
He seems to have learned his hard lesson by jove, with a lecture from me as well, I might add, as I blinked back my own tears of silent gratitude.
Yes indeed....young Angus had survived on that bright and sunny winter Sunday morning.

"Fino a che non veniamo a contatto di ancora, e Natale molto allegro a voi e ad il vostro..." or " Until we meet again, a very Merry Christmas to you and yours."

~Theodore