Okay. In order for folks to understand this story, a few facts need to be pointed out in advance.. They are as follows.
1. My Daughter's cat Abby is unarguably the stupidest quadrupedal life form on this or any other planet.
2. Said cat, is also the most cowardly quadrupedal life form on this or any other planet.
3. 13 year old girls are not all that coordinated, especially when Scrambling to save about 20 hours of work.
4. Great Planes CA Glue will bond to ANYTHING, even Quadrupedal Life Forms.....
Now it was about 2 months ago. Marissa was sitting at my workbench working on a small kit I gave her (Old 1/48 Gates Learjet), when in the other room, unbeknownst to her, a battle of epic proportions was raging. This is a battle which tends to repeat itself quite often in our house. The primary participants were, as always, my Wife's cat Raven who we call fuzzys1ut. She thinks of herself as the alpha female, and will stupidly pick fights with the other batling fuzzball, the community kitty Spice, who is normally the nicest sweetest cat on the planet. Except when Raven starts in on her. Now Raven isn't all that bright either. she is just under half of Spice's size, and has a chihuahua like attitude that gets her beaten back on a regular basis. Spice is a stray we picked up, and I think she is part bobcat or something. She has those really tufted ears and a thick short tail, oh yeh and she weights about 18lbs. BIG KITTY!
At the workbench, Marissa was just starting work on the landing gear while I kind of half watched from my PC which is about 7 feet away. We were minding our own business when we heard the feline Armageddon commence.
Marissa had wanted to use a couple of AM rubber tires I had sitting in a box for about a decade instead of the ones supplied, so I was letting her use the CA glue with proper precautions (Rubber Gloves). She was just squeezing out the first drops when the battleground suddenly moved to the floor next to the workbench.
Normally these fights lasted about 15 seconds. This one however, lastedf almost twice that and only ended when poor Abby who had been trying to stay out of it, took on a full on shot from Raven, right in the Derriere. Needless to say, because of facts 1 and 2, she immediately launched herself like she had 20 D12-7 Estes rocket motors attached to her, directly up onto the workbench and converting to horizontal thrust, ran by Marissa at about Mach .05. Unfortunately for Abby. Marissa had flinched when she suddenly saw 5lbs of highly charged cat heading for her model. So much so, that she squeezed a LARGE amount of the CA Glue onto the workbench as she vainly tried to get her model out of the cats way.
Abby didn't slow down a bit, she ran right through the glob of CA and onto the floor on the other side of the desk (Did I mention that she could dive bomb like a Stuka, complete with wailing siren?) Manny should like that..
She only slowed down once she was sure Raven hadn't followed her. She needn't have worried. By this time, Spice had once more wiped up the floor with the little befurred hussy, and Raven was off licking her wounds.
Unfortunately, for Abby, she had stopped and settled down on my wife's favorite Afghan blanket. Did you know that there are a few synthetics that CA seems to bond to even more forcefully than polystyrene? Well there are, and the blanket it seemed, was made from just such a synthetic.
The CA that by this time had worked it's way onto all 4 paws and part of her belly took hold and not only stuck her to the blanket, but had bonded her and the ver porous blanket to the couch.
It took a long time, but half a large bottle of Great Planes Debonder and about a hundred cat induced incisions later, the cat was unstuck. I took a bit to bind my wounds and inspected the damage. The combo of the debonder and the CA had effectively melted a large portion of the blanket so it was not salvageable. Luckily my marriage was once I explained exactly what happened and Marissa gave corroborative testimony to back me up.
As for the Lear.. Well, it was never quite the same. But she managed to repair it back to a reasonable facsimile of a Lear. And as for Abby, she never went near that couch again. Oh yeh, now she is terrified of any knit blankets.....
stenscience
Yes please, tell us the story of the cat de-bonding