TheBanyanTree: Once Upon a Time . . .

[Margaret R. Kramer]

Once upon a time a black cat who is way too curious for his own good,
decided to check out his next door neighbor’s garage while she was mowing
the lawn.  He slithered around her neatly packed boxes and was in the
process of looking for mice when the door suddenly closed.  He looked
around, but there was no way out.

He heard his owners calling him, “September, September!”  But he couldn’t
get home.  As night passed and most of another day had gone by, when he
heard a knock on the garage door.  He meowed eagerly, hoping whoever knocked
would let him out.

He heard some banging, he heard the door handle rattling, he saw a stick
being shoved under the big garage door, and he heard the frustration in his
people’s voices.  But no door opened.  He waited some more.  He was losing
hope that he would ever have a drink of water or eat his incredibly
expensive Science Diet food again.  In order to survive in this garage,
enough mice would have to skitter through and he would have to catch them.

After a while, there was a jingle of keys, the door handle rattled, and then
the side door to the garage opened!  He heard his mistress’ voice, but she
was accompanied by a man he had seen before, but he knew was not his master.
He was unsure of whether to run outside or hide behind the boxes.  The black
cat decided to make a dash for it and ran as fast as he could towards his
home.  There was his master, waiting with a big smile on his face with the
patio door wide open.

Fresh water and canned Science Diet food were his at last!  But when he ran
inside, the door closed and did not reopen again.  The black cat was
comforted, fed, and watered, but then it was time to go out again, and he
realized his people were not going to let him.  He skulked around the house,
hoping a door was cracked open enough for him to leave.  He gave his people
the most evil stare he could.

Nothing worked.  The curious black cat gave up.  He went upstairs and
snuggled amid the soft blankets of his people’s bed and went to sleep.

Margaret R. Kramer
margaretkramer at comcast.net

I am learning all the time.  The tombstone will be my diploma.
~Eartha Kitt