Sweetie Pie Turner here, MomGoth’s mother’s cat.
The other day, MomGoth came to our house to write some checks for my mom, whose handwriting is a little shaky these days. MomGoth was concentrating really hard, because she isn’t very good with sums and there are only so many toes and fingers.
While she was working, I looked out the front door. I was also playing with her camera phone. I mean, she was busy; she wasn’t using it, was she?
It was when I looked at the latch through the camera that I realized something.
I was very careful, which wasn’t easy to do while holding a camera in one paw and not catching my tail in the door as it closed.
I stopped to smell the greenery, then scuttled around the corner of the porch. But — ALAS!
Alerted by the sound of the door closing, MomGoth came out after me (Mom doesn’t like for me to go outside).
I was too quick for her, though, and I can slip between the posts while she has to go around to the steps.
She caught me when I stopped to catch one of those bobby stemmy things and carried me back in.
It was fun while it lasted. And I really don’t like to spend too much time outside. It’s kind of scary. My late brother, Ozzie, was a stray before he came to live with us, and it doesn’t sound like a life I would like at all.
So I’ll just be content indoors, like the angel cat my mom says I am.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you ever sneak out if you’re supposed to be in, or in when you’re supposed to be out?