Yesterday, such a fright. I got home from work and there was this animal hanging out of the garage!
It was my fault! I had been negotiating to get the garage fixed but the wheels turned slowly and between us Howard and I have taken too long to figure things out. Meanwhile there is this space under the eaves. These were the wages of that.
I called Howard. He said, "What? I'm on the Thruway."
He said something to the effect of what was he supposed to do about that.
"It's so embarrassing," I said.
And it was! This long tail and these feet, hanging out of the garage. You could not miss it. What was I going to do?
"Are you sure it's dead?" Howard said. "Are you sure it's not just hanging out?"
"It's dead," I said. Those limbs looked totally lifeless. It was ridiculous to think this creature, whatever it was, could be alive.
And then ... one of the feet moved.
"It's not dead," I said.
But where would the animal go? How would it get out of there?
What kind of an animal was it, anyway?
What if it was a ...
Suddenly the animal, whatever it was, heaved itself up into the garage and lay there. All I could think was that it was stuck. Clearly it was crawling in there to die and then we could deal with it. Howard agreed with that strategy and I let him go back to his afternoon. I did not know what else to do.
A while later I was out on the porch, working on my Pennario project. I kept glancing up at the garage, though. I could not help it. And eventually the animal moved again and came into better focus.
It was a cat.
Just a cat. And it did not look stuck. It looked relaxed. It was napping.
Once it awoke and groomed itself for a while, in this little space in the garage. Then it slept, facing me with its little cat ears. I saw what the situation was: It just liked it up there. Probably it was cool under the eaves, and no one could get at it or disturb it.
After that panic, the evening took on a new peace. It was quiet. A few birds circled overhead. There was the call of the mourning dove, the squeak of a swing set. The cat slept.
A bee drifted over to me and buzzed lazily around the porch chairs. The cat turned over and slept some more.
It felt like the Deep South!
One minute I turned my back and when I looked again the cat was gone. It must have jumped down and gone on its way. But it was fun while it lasted, watching it nap.
I am still going to get the porch fixed. But I feel I will have to apologize to the cat.
I regret depriving it of its haven!