Last weekend my good friends and neighbors took a well deserved 5 day weekend vacation to visit their sons in Arizona. Like the good parents they are, they were concerned about leaving their two house kitties. I offered to look out for and feed their furry purry children while they were in Arizona as well as drive my friends to and from the airport. It was a big relief to them to know that I would care for the cats because the kitties know me and I know not to let them out for any reason.
Every day I stopped by a couple times to play with the kitties, to feed them and to turn the lights on and off for them. The cats and I had lots of fun playing with their toys, and I probably gave them way too many kitty treats, but thats what the kitties have probably grown to expect whenever I stop by their house.
On the last day of my kitty duties, I walked up to the back door and noticed a black cat in the back yard. Yes! one of the cats is black. I panicked and started calling and chasing the cat around the yard, under the deck, over the stone wall and quickly kitty scooted under the neighbor's fence and out of sight. I ran into the house to see if the other cat was missing and to find out how the kitty could have gotten out.
To my surprise, sitting on Debbie's hand knit throw on the back of the sofa were two kitties, a tiger and a black one. How did the black one get in so fast, I wondered? I looked around and looked around some more and found no escape routes, then I noticed out the window a black cat crossing the street. Humm... At that point I realized I must have been chasing the wrong black cat.
It was good luck that I didn't catch the black cat outside and put him in the house! Come to think of it, I never crossed his path.
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