This morning, I am sitting at the kitchen desk completing my homework for Org Behavior when I see Ellie run to the back door. The screen is the only thing closed because Texas mornings are finally bearable.
Through the screen I hear Ellie emit a deep growl - highly unusual for our face-licking, lap-sitting girl. I turn to see only her back pressed as close to the screen door as she can get. The fur along her spine, rigid, at attention. My first thoughts are that the mean dog next door is giving her hell again. So, "momma" goes to the door, steps outside and says to Ellie "Show me". Sure enough, she cautiously pads over to the gate, looks through its bars and then back at me "Look, Mom, there it is." Then I see it; I see the beast, the terrorizer of Ellie.
The big gray cat.
What a wimp.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
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