Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1909-07-30
CAT CRAZED BY
STICKY FLY PAPER
Creates Sensation in New
York NeighbOrhOOd.

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lection of his pastry, Felix TRY
who keeps a bakery on Lenox ave
nue., put some flypaper in the win
dOws yesterday. He had hardly
turned his back, when Cullers, the
pet cat of his daughter Belle, started
an investigation. He wasn't Ions
getting under way and then went
fast. After shifting at the paper
for moment, he put out one paw
1t stuck fast. That annoyed Crul-
lers, who ordinarily has a sweet
disposition, and he pondered a mo-
ment. Then he extended the other
paw to release the first and it also
became attached to the sticky sheet
Crullers tugged in vain to free
himself and then he became insane
With a frantic yOwl he made q back
ward flying leap, using the free hind
paws as propellers, and landed in a
heap among some freshly baked pies
on the counter He bounded to the
floor with these and rolled over and
over with them, using his best moon
light vOcalism. Mr.. Try ran from
the back of the store to help, but
Crullers made another jump and
got to the front door, leaving the
pies in disOrganized state.
There, by some means or other
he got his paws free from the fly
paper, but he did it in such a clumsy
way that it got around to his back
and soon had firm hold on his fur
This put the last touch to his men
tai condition and
well, if they ever get him up
against Jeff" Sol, the barber in
Knower Brothers shop, next door,
was remarking as he jabbed some
more lather into the mouth of Gus
Heckel, the butcher, Il say the big
fellow won't do a holy cats what's
that?"
Hey, wotcher doin'?" yelled Gus
You got me eyes full of soap"
But he never got an answer
Through the front door had shot
something that might once have been
cat, but that looked more like a
catapult. 1t was the once popular
Crullers, but nobody recognized him
and he didn't stop to identify him
self. With one leap he reached the
nearest shelf and sent shaving cups
bottles of bay rum, brushes and a
few other things crashing to the
floor
It's a wild cat." shouted some
body and chairs were upset and hats
and coats forgotten in the rush for
the door. Meantime, Crullers had
reached the top of the cigar case,
where he perched for a moment
bowling madly and still trying to free
himself from the fly paper. He
stayed there only a moment. Then
another leap carried him over the
heads of the struggling wedge in
the doorway and he went like a
streak down I4enOx avenue.
In another moment they were all
after him yelling, Shoot the wild
cat!" and in two minutes more the
whole neighborhood had joined in the
chase. All the way to One Hundred
and Twentieth street Crullers led
growing wilder every moment, and
nobody tried to stop him. Then he
swung toward Mount Morris Park,
and that was the last seen of him.
1t wasn't until long afterward that
they found out what was the matter
with him, but he hadn't come back
up to last night and Mr.. TRY asked
the police to find him.
Half a dozen men of the West
One Hundred and Twenty-fifth street
station were instructed to be on the
lookout for an apparently demented
cat with a coating of flypaper on
his back.