Awake to the same
dream....I am trapped, unable to escape. The walls are pounding,
vibrating, alive. It gets louder. The beating is faster now, I
must escape!
I awaken on the
stairwell. I remember trying to sleep on my owner's face last night to
show them I really loved them!
I begin to give
myself a bath but realize I am quite dirty. I hear one of my favorite
sounds, the downstairs shower! I move into position. It will not
be long. One of them will come to see me! Perhaps this time I
will gain entry, sneak past an unsuspecting weary neighbor and once again be
in my favorite place. Everyone will love me!
I hear another
common sound, a sound I sometimes make. It won't be long.
The door opens. I look into my favorite place where they are just
waiting to love me! I hear a sigh, I see a poncho, I make my move past
the door, I see a foot. I see the poncho descending, the door is
closed. I take position in front of the door.
I hear the shower
again! Soon I will be in! I begin to smell perfumes. The door
opens. I am blinded!
The door opens a
third time! I hear a high pitched squeaky voice. This one is
easy. I stick my paw into the doorway, make a lunge into the room.
No luck.
I follow the one
with the squeaky voice outside. I get some pats! I purr with delight.
He begins to walk up the street. I follow for a couple of blocks until
I run into my nemesis: Friendly Cat! Stealer of pats! I do
not dare get closer even as friendly cat steals my precious pats. He
will be back, I will be ready, waiting.
I am once again
in the stairwell. I enjoyed some grass for breakfast, slept under a
car for awhile then hid from the monster who lives downstairs. I claw
at the blue trashbags near my favorite door. I enjoy a french fry with
just a hint of ketchup. It is delicious.
I have spent many
hours staring at the door. It is tall, wooden, and very dark. I
have spent hours scheming, devising a strategy to gain entrance. My
favorite and most successful is to stick my head into the doorway as it is
being closed. If they approach the door with grocery bags I am almost
assured entrance as I cannot be moved away very easily.
The door opens, I
do not have much time! I see the poncho, I see a bag, I smell more
fries, I make my move, I see a foot. I am alone with nothing but the
lingering smell of french fries.
I have become
used to the silence of the stairwell. I look down the stairs and see
the beast from below being let out for its daily frolic. I too go
outside once again. I look at the driveway and see a very large
vehicle pull up. I jump on the windshield and look inside so the first
thing they see when they come home from a hard day's work is Tubby! I
try to jump in the window with no luck. I follow my nice smelling
friend to the porch but the outside door closes before I can make it inside.
Disappointment for Tubby! I have become soft in my old age.
I hear the high
pitched sounds coming down the street as the final friend has returned home!
I follow him swiftly inside. I almost trip him three times as we
journey up the stairs. I am so close to happiness! He looks at
the door, looks at me and thinks for s second. He thinks he is clever
pretending to go up the other stairs then running into the door. Tubby
is not so easily fooled! He opens the door while facing me, tries to
kick me back, but alas, I stick my head into the crack of the door as it
closes. Tubby!! He once again stands above me thinking of what
to do. I smell all my favorite things, the perfume, the fries, and
something awful indeed. He lets me inside! The day is won!
I say hello to
all my friends. Tubby loves you all! Sometimes I stay for
30 seconds,
sometimes an hour. They usually pick me up and let me out. For
those brief minutes I am happy!
