This week I was asked to house sit for a family friend who was going out of town for about a week. I agreed readily enough because 1. I recently went to Chicago and for those of you who haven't been there...well let's just say I ate most of my money 2. I was thinking that it'd be easy to sleep there and let the cat out once in awhile. How young and silly I was.
I arrive Wednesday night, the owner is leaving in the morning and she begins to give me instructions. She says that the cat (more like the King) likes his space, you can not pet the cat, he pets you...?!?!?!? That's crazy, the purpose of a cat is to stay outside, catch mice and other nasty things, and be cute and cuddly. The 'King' obviously didn't go to 'How To Be A Good Kitty School.'
The owner goes on and on about his schedule. He has more needs than I do! He must ALWAYS have a full dish of dry food, tuna on a separate plate and fresh water. If he needs anything else he will let me know, I just have to listen to him, "He's a very smart cat." There is one last thing *sigh* He doesn't use a litter box because it's beneath him. I have to let him out when he is by the door and let him back in before I go to bed. Easy enough, or so I think.
Night 1: The owner goes to bed early and I let the cat outside and it comes back a few minutes later. Fairly straight forward, easy, whatever. I go watch TV for a while (she has cable and since we don't have any channels at my house I was pretty excited). The cat starts yowling by the door at 11'ish and so I let him out. At 12 I'm more than ready to go to bed. One small problem, the cat is nowhere to be seen. *scary music starts to play*
I don't know what to do. If the lady wasn't there I would just leave him outside but she said not to if it was cold. So too make a long story shorter, I made myself as comfy as possible with one blanket, an uncomfortable couch and a nightmare. It was about the King and his animal friends sneaking inside and destroying the entire house. Then the owner got home and got VERY mad at me. It was not a pleasant dream. Every hour or so I woke up with a jerk and checked the door and called out for him. It was a very long night.
At about five in the morning the owner got up to start packing her car and she found a very sleepy girl on the couch (me). She started asking what I was doing and I told her that I was waiting for her cat. She said to go to bed and it was fine if he didn't come back for the night (thanks for telling me!). I ran to the room I would be staying in but not before I heard her call his name and he came prancing back in the house like he owned it.
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