Wednesday, October 26, 2011

My Neighbors Think I'm Weird

Did I ever tell you about the time my neighbors began to think I am really weird?

We have this cat, Merry. You've met her before. Merry is an inside cat that insists on taking daily jaunts outside. I don't like this because she is not fixed yet and there is a very real chance the little hussy could get knocked up.



I can never catch her though, as I am usually toting and/or wrangling a small child through the doorway. She's fast and I am decidedly slow.

I learned a little something though. If you scream like banshee as you come into the house, it scares the bejesus out of Merry and she runs back into the house, fearful.

So proud of myself for this new strategy, I began to holler and and shriek every time we entered the house. This worked great and even Toph got in on it.

One day my neighbors were watering their grass as I was unlocking the front door. I geared myself up and let out a most terrifying shriek when I opened the door. This time, however, Merry got wise and ran out anyway, just faster because she was still scared.

I turned to grab her when I looked up at my neighbors.

They were staring, jaws dropped. I nervously giggled and said, "I'm trying to scare the cat."

I rushed inside the house and haven't been seen since.



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4 comments:

Kari said...

Gin you are hilarious. If we were neighbors I would help you yell your cat back into your house. Glad to see you back in the blogging world :)

Kari
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Michelle said...

The politicians LEASE?
WHOTTE do they LEASE?
And doesn't TOPHER stand for Doctors - Toronto?
You mean THEY lease?
And they are into it with LOUISIANA SEALS?
And that's also ACE HARDWARE?

Jessica Renee said...

hahaha I LOVE IT - I'm trying to scare the cat! Hilarious..They didn't come up with the name scaredy cat for nothing, right? lol

Christa aka The BabbyMama said...

Ha! We had an escapee cat until we started keeping them all locked downstairs thanks to one black cat who decided the Babby's play kitchen was his personal potty. Uncool. Now escapees are no longer a problem but we have to shuttle our single indoor/outdoor cat up and out each day lest she try to scratch a hole through the dang door.

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