So about a month ago a friend of mine, Melody, asks me to take care of her cats. I was like, "um ok sure" I mean how difficult could it be taking care of cats? (a few vomit clean-ups later I can assure you, it is quite difficult!) Not only that but one day I go and visit the cats and the alarm to Melody's house is sounding really weird when I enter. So I go to turn it off and the display screen says "Check Office Window 17" or something like that except I can't really check since 1) I have no idea which window is number 17 and 2) the office was locked anyways. So I go back out and check all the windows in the back just to make sure that none of them looks broken in or anything. Everything looks fine so I go back inside. That's when I notice...its awfully quiet...the cats...WHERE ARE THEY?!? I start running up and down the house yelling out "PONYO, PONYO...DEXTER WHERE ARE YOU!" I look behind the TV, underneath the sofas, in the kitchen cupboards (hey, it's possible) to no avail. I begin thinking that my kitties might have been catnapped! What was I going to tell Melody when I couldn't find her cats! I'm about to go into the garage to check if they are there (well maybe that one isn't as possible but I was worried and wasn't thinking straight!) when I hear a "meow".
"...Dexter?"
"...meow"
"Dexterrrrrr"
"...meow"
"Dexter! Where are you!"
"meow!"
I could hear Dexter meowing but I had no idea where he was! I basically ended up playing Marco Polo with this cat because I could hear him but I couldn't see him. Well, after like 5 minutes of this I go into the little furnace room where the kitty litter boxes are held and I decide to look up on a whim and there he is! The little bugger somehow climbed up into the ceiling of the first floor and was prowling around that little attic area (it's hard to explain). Relief splashed over me and then annoyance that this cat made me waste like 20 minutes of my life stressing out and envisioning them being tortured by a catnapper and then being sold to one of those pet commercials that has like abused and abandoned pets with the sad music in the background that urge you to go and give them a caring home. Ponyo showed up a few minutes later, where she was I never figured out...
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| Dexter in the attic-like area! |
Eventually though I sort of ended up liking them and my quick 20 minute visits turned into hours as I chilled with them, scratching Dexter's belly anytime he was close. He would sound like an idling engine whenever he purred. It was cute. Even though Ponyo still keeps her distance (she's definetely the more proud one of the two) they both let me approach them at give them a good rub down whenever I visit Melody's home.
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| Dexter in the front, Ponyo on top of the chair. |
...But the story doesn't end there! Melody got back from her vacation on Saturday but guess who still had to wake up early the next day to go and take care of another cat? That's right, me. What am I a professional catsitter?? I had the lovely opprtunity of taking care of Snowflake, Emma's cat. She was a little older (like 13 or something! Which is actually pretty old for a cat) and was a lot friendlier. Probably because she's been smelling my scent since the 5th grade whenever I would go over to Emma's.
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| Snowflake! She was always trying to get my attention. |
I still don't believe I'm a cat person and will probably never be. But I did enjoy taking care of my kitties and getting on petting terms with them. They really weren't that bad ;) Not only that but at least now I can put on my resume that I am an experienced catsitter lol!
UYL,
Andre
1 comment:
Ahahaha! :) Love it! :D
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