The speaker is a 67-year-old White man with a high school education from Algoma, Wisconsin; he was recorded in 1968.
|Inf: Well, at this time, we also had a cat that made its home down in the plant. And this cat uh, would live on mice and things like that, and we would give it uh, the leftovers from our dinner bucket and so-on, so-forth. And it hung around the plant there always. And one day while I was making my rounds, checking these, this engine, see if there were any hot bearings or anything like that, we had to watch it continually, see it was getting properly oiled, and so on. And here was this cat, sitting along side of this revolving flywheel in a crouched position, and it was gazing into the flywheel. And I was just thinking to myself, "Now what's that dumb animal up to now?" And while I was thinking it, that cap-, cat leaped int-, leaped into the flywheel. Believe it or not.
Well, I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to do. And we needed that large engine. I couldn't shut the engine down because we'd have the town without any power. Factories'd all shut down and everything. So I let it run. And, then I looked up on the ceiling. I thought well, probably the pieces are strewn around the ceiling already, you know, but I couldn't see anything wrong. So then I gazed into the flywheel, and there by making my head go around with the flywheel, I could see the cat was sitting on the inside rim of that flywheel going around with that flywheel. Well, I let it run. This was ten o'clock in the morning. And we shut the engine down at six o'clock at night. That was eight hours later and fifty thousand revolutions later of the flywheel. And when I shut the engine down, it gradually come to a, it slowed up first, and then it come to a halt. Well, when it slowed up, that cat jumped out o' that flywheel onto the floor. It staggered a little, and it gradually walked away. Now, isn't that one for Ripley?