It was the craziest thing tonight. I decided to cook up some chicken breats, and I wanted to spice them up just a little. I added a couple of teaspoons of Dr. John’s original Hot Wing sauce. I’ve never used more than that.
Tonight was different. About 30 second or so after I added the sauce, I started having trouble brathing. I went out to the living room which really wasn’t any better. Then, about 30 seconds later, Johnny came out into the living room and he was gasping for breath. Then his little belly started pumping like he was going to puke right in the middle of my big area rug. Oh boy!
I figured we had better get out into the hallway to get some fresh air. But Johnny just wouldn’t come out. He just stood there staring at me and gasping for breath. I picked him up and carried him out the door. As soon as I set him down, he took off down the hall for Jenn’s apartment. I figured that I’d visit for a while and let the air in my place clear out.
Now the last time that I took Johnny down to Jenn’s, it was like pulling teeth without Novocaine getting him out from under the bed to go home. Tonight was no different. Why did I think it would be?
Jenn and I spent the next half hour or better calling for Johnny to come out to the living room. But the little bugger just wouldn’t come out from under that bed for nothing. Finally, I had a really crazy idea. I wen home and left Johnny there. I figured that if he couldn’t smell me somewhere close, he woud get curious and come out to see if I left him.
Oddly enough, the idea worked. I was gone for about 15 or 20 minutes before Jenn called me to say that Johnny was out in the living room. I went down to get him.
So Johnny is back at home, and he’s no worse for wear. I’ll know enough next time not to let him in the bedroom, or better yet, when I know I’m going into the bedroom, I’ll just leave the little turkey home.
This is being posted just a few hours late. By the time I got half way through writing it last night, I could barely keep my eyes open. Johnny wore me out.
