Scene: I'm gluing up a firewall.. a 5 min epoxy sluury all over this big chunk of ply i'm gonna stuff on the front of the plane, this massive fuselage (6 feet long) is lying on the couch. the coffee table I'm working on is covered with the derutius of a frenzied 6 hour building session.
I pick up the glued firewall, turn sideways to face the fuselage and pick it up... momma cat is sittin on the coffe table watchin everything I do with her usual slit eyed disapproval..
Suddenly the fuselage twists sideways.. a startled kitten explodes outta the cockpit, I drop the slurried firewall on the couch.
"GAWDAMMIT!!" I roar.. I lunge to catch the fuse.. I miss, it tumbles into the gap between the couch and the coffetable with a sickening crunch..
..meanwhile Fuzz explodes off the coffee table sending tools, sandpaper, wet exoxy, open acetone can and 32 ounce cup of lemonade onto the floor and fuselage..
I stand over the mess goin..."shit... not again!!" I decide it's open season on cats NOW. The critter hunt begins... room to room, under tables, behind toilets, around the coffee table again trackin the mess EVERYWHERE in the process.. I will not be denied vengance this time, no matter the cause. Somewhere in the back of my mind I note a sharp similarity between cat evasives and a 190's flick roll defense.
Damage.. one busted stab and vert fin fairing, a large slightly sticky odd smellin stain on the couch, a very sticky floor with a large section of hardwood missing it's lustorus shine, and two cats with flattened and i hope sore for a week asses. Not to mention pursuit collateral damage like the clean laundry, the fresh bedsheets, all my towels, two lamps, the stuff off the top of the bookcase and a couple of scratches that prolly won't scar too bad.
The 'Night of the Evil Cats' set me beack about a day and a half on completion.. not to be denied, I went to WarBirds Over Delaware last weekend with the covered airframe and finished it right there at the meet. Still need the resta the graphics on it, but it's fully airworthy, and the maiden flight ended well.
I'm considering gettin Goofball declawed and voulenterring it for a wing walking act. Without a parachute.
Fairchild M-62
Span 7.5 feet, 31 lbs, loaded.
Zenoah G-38, 18x8 prop.