Tuesday, February 1, 2011

she's a lady

Our neighbors have a cat. At least I assume it's our neghbors', because it's always wandering near our apartment, and I assume someone owns it because it has a colllar. Anyway, the cat is usually outside, and he usually comes to greet me whenever I leave the apartment. Which, is sort of sweet, right? And so even though I've never been a huge cat fan, aside from the hilarious cats in internet videos, I let myself become friends with the cat. And so for weeks I'd give the cat a pat on the head, a "hi kitty" in my most googly tone, and jingle my keys for a second  in a playful manner. The cat seemed to respond well, playing along, grateful to have a friend. And it was with theis mutual respect that we lived the last month of our lives.Until yesterday. Yesterday, I was walking out the door to go to work, and Cat ran inside. He had been hanging outside our door just waiting to dart in. Within five seconds he managed to cram underneath our makeshift kitchen counter, and there was no way I could get to him. I tried reaching but he hissed and scratched and managed to disappear even further underneath. I was late for work with a huge cat (like, capable of eating a puppy big) lodged in my apartment. And only after a lot of dish towel swatting did the cat finally do a final lap around the apartment and then dart out the door. I dunno. I thought we were friends. But in the end he only wanted to take advantage of me.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Don't be shy.