Thank You, Home Safety Kitty
Tonight, I sat at my desk, putting off bedtime, while Joel watched wrestling. A minute or so ago, I started hearing a faint "mewl, mewl, mewl, mewl, mewl, mewl..." You get the point. "Joel, is that a commercial?" The TV was showing wrestling, but it looked like an ad for a pay per view. It was. "Mute it, would you?" The room goes quiet. "Mewl, mewl, mewl, mewl, mewl, mewl." Yup, I'd heard a kitty. Joel jumps up and rushes to my side, just as I turn on the interior light (because I get the switches confused often) and then the porch light. We peer out, trying to adjust to the light. The mewling has stopped. I move closer to the door, standing over my usual sewing/ironing area, and press my face to the glass. No kitty. Joel walks off, to go turn the sound back on and watch his wrestling again.
I blink.
And look down at the iron that is inches from my leg.
And bend over to turn off the iron.
That had been on.
Since I last used it.
Some time this weekend.
::falls down, dead::
I tell Joel what I'm doing, panic and relief (we both worked Monday, our house could've burned down and we'd have never known!) in my voice. We're both laughing, not because it is funny per se, but because we are so nervous and freaked out by my own stupidity that it's the only way not to go mad. "Thank you, Home Safety Kitty," Joel says between nervous chuckles.
We proceed to ponder the kitty, and whether he or she will return, as I write up this very post. ... or we did. The kitty returned. She (or he I suppose, I don't know if sexing a cat is as obvious as some other animals) is a gorgeous gray tabby. Lean, but not so slender as to be sickly. Just... not overfed like many domestic felines appear. I'm going to say she until I know better, because she wandered off before we could open the door to put out a dish of water. I'd have put out milk, or some other food, but we haven't restocked the fridge in a while, and we don't know what cats eat. So water it is.
She's beautiful, and rekindling my longing for a four-legged companion. I wonder if she's just a stray, or if she has an owner. I saw no collar. Are people allowed to adopt such strays? Is it reasonable to do so, for someone who has never owned a cat before? I saw her, and my heart pained. I knew she was hungry, and I had nothing to provide. I wanted so badly to take care of her, and lvoe her...
I blink.
And look down at the iron that is inches from my leg.
And bend over to turn off the iron.
That had been on.
Since I last used it.
Some time this weekend.
::falls down, dead::
I tell Joel what I'm doing, panic and relief (we both worked Monday, our house could've burned down and we'd have never known!) in my voice. We're both laughing, not because it is funny per se, but because we are so nervous and freaked out by my own stupidity that it's the only way not to go mad. "Thank you, Home Safety Kitty," Joel says between nervous chuckles.
We proceed to ponder the kitty, and whether he or she will return, as I write up this very post. ... or we did. The kitty returned. She (or he I suppose, I don't know if sexing a cat is as obvious as some other animals) is a gorgeous gray tabby. Lean, but not so slender as to be sickly. Just... not overfed like many domestic felines appear. I'm going to say she until I know better, because she wandered off before we could open the door to put out a dish of water. I'd have put out milk, or some other food, but we haven't restocked the fridge in a while, and we don't know what cats eat. So water it is.
She's beautiful, and rekindling my longing for a four-legged companion. I wonder if she's just a stray, or if she has an owner. I saw no collar. Are people allowed to adopt such strays? Is it reasonable to do so, for someone who has never owned a cat before? I saw her, and my heart pained. I knew she was hungry, and I had nothing to provide. I wanted so badly to take care of her, and lvoe her...