I walked out of my house this morning and got half way to my truck when I heard a soulful cry. I pinpointed the source of the broken hearted sound....a half grown jet black cat. I realized immediately it wasn't either of our two, they have refused to go outside since it snowed and got too blinking cold. I also knew that since it was maybe 15* this morning, it was no place for a small cat to be, and judging by it's mewling, it agreed with me. I picked it up, went back inside my house and handed it to my son with instructions to show it the cat food bowl and warm it up. I then left to go to work. I was about half way there when my cell phone rang.....It was my lovely wife. Her only question "You do realize it wasn't one of our cats, right?"
Now, we only have two cats, a fully grown black tiger who must get her full 23 1/2 hours sleep per day and a gray and white long hair who likes to curl up with Samson, our Lab/Rottie mix dog. There was no mistaking this adolescent cat for one of ours.
Which makes me wonder, did she really think I mistook the young cat for one of ours?
Now, we only have two cats, a fully grown black tiger who must get her full 23 1/2 hours sleep per day and a gray and white long hair who likes to curl up with Samson, our Lab/Rottie mix dog. There was no mistaking this adolescent cat for one of ours.
Which makes me wonder, did she really think I mistook the young cat for one of ours?