Cat story

A friend of mine had a BBQ on Saturday night, and since he lives far away, he was kind enough to let us crash there overnight. I woke up around 2am or so, really really hot. It had been a hot day, and the house was hot, and the room we were in was small. And hot. Looking up, I saw a window. In my drunken state, an idea came into my head from somewhere: “Open the window, dummy”.

So I stood up and fell over, and stood up and fell over and stood up and grabbed the window sill. After much fiddling with the lock, it finally popped out with a kind of meowing sound. I was puzzled at that. As I stood there, still grasping the ledge, trying to figure out why the lock meowed at me, it did it again. Then it knocked against the window from the outside. My confusion faded when I saw a cat outside, obviously the source of the meow noises. The cat was familiar, and she knew me too because I had fed her some spare BBQ earlier. I was her friend and she was happy to see me because I was where she wanted to be. Not drunk and in bed, but inside .

I opened the window some more. She finally ducked into the window, but was too scared to jump down into the dark room. So, gingerly letting go of the window ledge, I picked up the cat and put her down in the bed. I followed shortly thereafter. Headfirst.

She didn’t let me sleep though, because she was telling me how much she loves me – not only feeding ability but let-cat-inside ability too! I rocked. I did, actually, but that had more to do with the alcohol. Presently, she started telling me all about how wonderful the rest of the house is too. I told her I knew, but she just smiled and told me that it was a hint silly human. So I opened the bedroom door and she loved my legs a bit, then left. I fell asleep and dreamed of being a doorman.