Thursday, June 2, 2016
Some Real Gone Cats
My first day back at the factory was fairly eventful. There was a report of a flasher in the parking lot in the morning. In the afternoon, my bosses secretary got a call telling her that she needed to pay money to get her son back from the people who were holding him. Turns out that this is a popular scam going on right now. She was frightened, then mad. After that, the flasher tried his luck again and got caught.
After work, I came home to a house without a cat. She stayed out all day, but she is usually on the deck when I pull up, especially at dinner time. I called for her, but no cat. I poured a drink and sat out on the deck waiting for her. After an hour, I was certain she was gone. She's old, but she was not ready to die in the morning, so I could only imagine that something had gotten her--a dog, a coyote. Maybe she got into a fight with another cat and was too hurt to crawl home. I was sad thinking about it, and I felt guilty that I thought about how much freer my life would be without her. I decided to walk around the property looking for her one more time.
When I got back to the deck, she was there. WTF?!? Bad cat. Bad cat.
I loved her up real good and told her what a little shit she was. She ate well.
The house repairman called with an estimate. He wants too much money to put a railing on the deck. I will have to do without or do it myself. I can do it, right? Surely. The question is--will I try? It is daunting. I should simply look forward to the challenge, I guess.
There are plenty of challenges. I don't need to look for more.
Even as I write, Ili is texting me deck building videos. I guess I know what I have to do.
It is back to the factory now. I wonder if it will be as exciting? Ah, well. I still have the fucking cat.
Posted by cafe selavy at 7:53 AM