There's another cat in my house...

I was sitting in the kitchen after dinner, watching TV, and I heard a cat fight start in the mudroom.

As I've said before, I don't put up with that shit.
What I may have failed to mention is the part about I don't care if it's my cats fighting or not.
I hear a fight, I find it and break it up, period.

So, I opened the back door(s) and this gray cat comes flying in.
Shot me a glance as it sped by, like "Thanks, man!"... zoom.

S/he ran into the living room.
Kinda made a circuit or two around the top perimeter of the room, then landed behind the tiny, fake "cat" Christmas tree.

Noooot a happy cat, by any means.

Just a tad bit wigged right the fuck out, right about now.

Just think about it from the cats point of veiw... escapes one cat by running into a house fulla cats?

Oh yeah.
Fah-reekin' out, here....
*lol*

Poor thing...

After coupla hours, I saw her/him and talked to her/him and s/he meowed back several times.
Eventually, I was able to pet him or her and didn't draw back a bloody stump, so that was encouraging.

But... I've lost him or her again.

Not behind that tree anymore.

Not clinging to trunk of the real one either.

I checked.

So.

Merry Christmas, I guess.
For the cat, if no one else.

I mean, I really don't need another cat in here.
On the other hand, at this point, what's one more?

Jeezus...

*siiigh*

Oh well.
Whatever.

If the cat indicates it wants out, I'll let it out.
If not... welcome to the family.

Now, off to scare the crap out of him or her.
I need to clean again and that'll involve the shop vac which is always a treat for the cats... I can just imagine what this new one's gonna think...
A trial by fire.
Welcome to my world, cat.

(Now for some odd reason, I hear Eddie Arnold singing in my head... Did he, by chance, have a song called "Welcome to My World" or something?)

(Which, in turn, just reminded me that I wanna get Eddie Money's first two albums in CD form offa Amazon soon.)

*coupla minutes later*
(spent thinking about Eddie Money)

God, he's gorgeous.
Used to be a cop.
Whole family is cops.
Real name is Eddie Mahoney.
I love him.
Always have, always will.

I remember going to a Phillies game with my Dad once when Eddie was gonna sing at some point.
I wanted to make a huge poster with my phone number on it so Eddie would see it and, of course, call me.

We'd meet, he'd love me and we'd get married and have horses and sing together.

BUT... Dad nixed the whole idea on the grounds that, if I did that, every nutjob in Philly would be calling and Eddie wouldn't be any of them.

Damn it.

It coulda happened...
Clint Black called me once.
I taped the phone message onto another cassette and I still have it.

"Hi, ****. This is Clint Black callin'. I gotcher letter and I was wonderin'... ummm... how you got this address. Ya see, we try to have all the mail sent though the fan club and if this address is public knowledge, we have a problem, kinda, ya know what I mean... Anyway, I was jes' wonderin' and maybe I'll see ya sometime when I play Philly. Bye now."

Scared the ever-lovin' HELL outta me to hear that.

Probably almost as much as getting my letter at his home address did him.

Especially since I'd attached one of the green postal "sign this to prove you got this letter" things.

But, that's a story for another time.
I've got shit to do here.
But but, ya see now how it IS conceivable that Eddie mighta called and I'd be married to a gorgeous rock star right now, right?

Good.

Gawd, I just love that sweet face....

Posted by: Stevie at 04:15 AM

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