I have a black and white cat,and a black and white toy cat, battery operated, and the silly thing is only supposed to operate when you press under it's chin. It meows,nice and sedate the first time. slightly annoyed the second time,and completely looses it on the third press. I was alone, as usual overnight, blogging, talking on the phone, and as far as I knew, Molly, the real cat, was snoozing on my bed. all of a sudden, I hear the toy cat going off, all three ways, right in a row,and I freaked! My first thought, MOLLY HAS LEARNED HOW TO RUN THAT STUPID TOY! and I began to hunt for her. I found her a moment later, sure enough, looking sleepy and innocent, sprawled at the foot of my bed. I looked around her, and didn't see the toy, so I thought, oh well, I must be mistaken. Well, long story short, that idiotic toy kept going off all night long, and Molly was the only other living soul in the house besides me, and the bird...and I knew darn well, that Teddy wasn't capable of playing with that toy.Finally, in complete and utter irritation, I went into the bedroom,and turned on the light, to look closely at the bed.Molly was there, and I noticed, there DID seem to be a sort of rise, or mound of some sort under her. Perhaps she had somehow found the toy cat, and found a way to conceal it under the comforter,which was under the sheet...with sudden swiftness, I caught up the edge of the sheet, and the comforter, and pulled them up and over, to reveal.....the bottom sheet, and the undercomforter.
"Oh, Molly!" I said, " I'm sorry! I...." But I was too late with my apology...Molly had leaped from the bed at the same instant that I had flipped the bedclothes back in eager search for that irrepressible, seemingly undying cat toy, and all I saw of her was her long black tail, disappearing around the corner of the dinning room, gone into the depths of the darkened living room, where she has possibly hundreds of hiding places. I felt awful. How could I have believed that my darling innocent little Molly could be guilty of such nonsense? I made my careful stumbling way back to my chair, and wheeled it up to the desk.I watched the screen saver for a minute, and felt like 16 kinds of an idiot for the terrible thoughts I had had about my cat...and then, to frighten her like that, what had gotten into me? I took off my glasses,and wiped my eyes, somehow, unaccountably moist, and wondered how long it would take me to make Molly trust me enough to want to come back around me again...I reached down and touched enter, the screen saver dissolved, and the page came back up that I had been working on, and then, I felt a familiar tickle, on the insides of both my ankles. I glanced down, just in time to see that familiar long black tail, carried high and proud, disappearing under my chair. It was her way of saying Hello. I'd been forgiven with no hesitation, just for the asking.
Now that's love.
Oh, by the way. Yon son did find the toy cat, in the KITCHEN, having fallen down behind my little stand I have for odds and ends that I might need, like my blood sugar kit, some fancy fans, and one of my make-up bags. He turned it off, and was I relieved!
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