Well as ya may have noticed by one of my pics, I have a cat. Usually a very bright and bratty cat. Yes he rules this house and has us all granting him anything he wants. Us all, as if there were a whole staff of servants. It is just my mother and I who tend to his needs.
He is an indoor cat who dreams of being an indoor/outdoor cat with the freedom that comes with it. Alas, we do not live in a place where we can grant that wish. Plus there is some sort of flea infestation in the backyard that we'd like to keep him from. Oh, and he is not always as bright as he seems. Once at our old place, he actually ran up the wrong flight of stairs trying to go home. And even in that place, he only had supervised visits to the outside world.
Here, there is no balcony for him to spend his morning hours enjoying fresh air and sunlight. Here, he must enjoy sunlight through a screen door or at window sills. But still he tries to get out. He tries to make a run for the door once opened. And he has been working on a hole in the screen of a window for some time now. I first noticed him sticking his head outside the hole. We decided to block the hole with a heavy box we were certain he'd never move.
Well, tonight, he did. He not only moved the box out of the way, but he managed to sneak out that hole. Lord alone knows how long he was outside. He wanted so badly to play with one of the neighborhood cats that he was determined enough to move the box.
I heard sometime later the sound of him scratching at the screen. I went to shoo him away from making new holes or worsening old ones. But I did not see him, I got closer thinking I had missed him, and then I saw him. He was hanging from outside of the screen, trying to get in!
I went into mama rescue mode and attempted to remove the screen to get him back in. All the while, I was crying out something, probably a lot of "Oh shoot"s and "Stupid cat"s. Mom heard me and went to the door when she saw me putting on shoes. I told her to stay with the cat and I ran around the apartment building to go get him. When I got there, Mom was literally holding him to the screen and she was losing her grip. I quickly grabbed him and brought the fidgetting brat in, all the while calling him a stupid cat even though I love him. I actually was scolding him for scaring me and asked him didn't he know I love him as if he were a child who might answer.
My frantic motions freaked him out, but he was having a ball otherwise. I had to calm him down as he sensed me all frantic still. But he is fine now, and I too am fine and no longer shaky.
He has so lost his rights to my bedroom window unless he is supervised. That darn cat is running out of lives, I swear. Anyway, thus is the adventure of the Stupid Cat and his human mama.
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Ah good, I have trained him well...
Posted by Josh on 12 Oct 04 Tuesday - 11:38 PM
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
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