You haven’t heard from me in a very long time.
That’s because Mom won’t let me in the house anymore. She has threatened to not
even let me in the house on the coldest of winter nights, when she and Dad have
always let Betty, Ches and me in. I have supposedly committed acts of
indiscretion against the entertainment center which are unforgiveable.
But tonight, when Mom was coaxing Dino outside (he
commits acts of indiscretion against the garbage all the time, and he gets to
sleep on Mom’s bed all day long!), I snuck through the open door. I couldn’t
believe I was in!
I was on my way to an ingenious hiding place, when
that stupid kitten Alice stopped me. She expected the usual sniff-and-greet. I
had to oblige, even though that stupid runt thinks she is hot stuff because she
gets to sleep on the bed all day long next to Dino. Mom was still setting her
purse and bag down next to the door, but when she didn’t take her jacket off
right away, I knew she meant business. I hustled out of the living room and
slunk down the basement stairs. Mom was in tight pursuit.
Now, you have to remember that it has been at least
six months since I have had the run of the house. Give me a couple months of
nightly forays and I will be able to disappear in a heartbeat. Instead I sought
refuge under the steps, which is the first place Mom looked, probably because
she was in such hot pursuit she saw me duck in there.
She chased me out with the broom and I bound back
up the stairs. Then there was that moment’s indecision – living room or the
rest of the house? I choked. I trotted into the living room. There are only so
many places to hide in the living room, even though I noticed that Mom and Dad
have added some furniture. Supposedly my girl Val needed a sofa so Mom and Dad
are storing an extra one in the living room. If I had ever been in a used
furniture store, I would say this room is starting to look like one.
More indecision, just long enough for Mom’s big
hand to reach down and snatch me up. Ohhh, nooo, it is so cold and wet outside.
But, he,he,he, this was just a test. Next time,
next time I am in like flint. My devious mind will seek out the ultimate hiding
place and Mom will not throw me out then.
2 comments:
Ohhhhh, poor baby Fred, I feel sorry for you, but, you do have heated beds, so just snuggle in.
Thanks, Denise, for remembering their heated beds. Yes, even the outside cats are taken care of.
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