Meow. Meow. Meow. Come quick!I strolled over to see what the fuss was about. I peered through the screen. Nothing in the trees. No bears in the yard. No bird in the bushes. I shrugged and went back to making chicken Tikka Masala.
Oscar was insistent. Meow. Meow. Meow. Ever since the waterheater sprang a leak and the cats came to get me; I pay attention if they continue to carry on.
Meow. Meow. Meow. I washed my hands. "Ok. Ok."
I walked back over to the door. "What?" I looked through the screen. I didn't see anything but when I opened the door, something moved. I just caught the motion out of the corner of my eye. I stood on the side porch trying to figure out what I had seen. When one of the gray rocks moved and it was stone made flesh.
He sure is cute until he starts to eat everything in sight. I came back in, picked up the cat, kissed the top of his head in thanks and walked to the notepad on the fridge to write FOX URINE on the shopping list.
