That Cat

That Cat

Jolted out of a dead sleep, breathing hard, trying to figure out what woke me. There it was, on my bed, my new cat.

I hadn’t had Timber long, and was already wondering if this was a mistake. My expectations of a cat, and Timber’s expectations being a cat were exceedingly different.

He apparently had decided it was time to go out, immediately starting the back and forth walk to get me to get up and open the door. I glanced at the window. It was pouring rain. I told him!

“It’s pouring buckets out there!” in a loud and very serious tone, not thinking about the fact that if a cat knew what pouring was, or a bucket, it might actually be a cat worth keeping… He just meowed louder.

Well, now my sleep deprived dander was up. I got up and without another word, grabbed the frigging cat and marched to the front door. I carried him all the way across the porch to the steps to show the little bugger that it was water, coming out of the sky! Not something he’d like!

He agreed, very quickly, which involving a fast, magnificent flip, out of my arms and back into the house! Also crashing into the open door in some evil cat way so that it slammed shut behind him, leaving me, standing in the dark, on my front porch, in the pouring rain, locked out.

No, the key was not in its secret hiding place because somebody forgot to put it back the last time I used it… It was two am.

When my neighbor popped his light on at seven, I went over. Soaking wet, freezing, and apparently extremely funny… and that’s why I need to move.

Though… I am keeping the cat…