My husband and I were dressed and ready to go out for a lovely evening of dinner and theater.
Having been burgled in the past, we turned on a “night light” and then put the cat in the backyard.
When our Uber arrived, we walked out our front door and our rather tubby cat scooted between our legs inside, then ran up the stairs.
Because our cat likes to chase our parakeet we didn’t want to leave them unchaperoned so my husband ran inside to retrieve her and put her in the back yard again.
Because I didn’t want the Uber driver to know our house was going to be empty all evening,
I explained to him that my husband would be out momentarily as he was just bidding goodnight to my mother.
A few minutes later he got into the Uber all hot and bothered and said (to my growing horror and amusement) as the car pulled away,
“Sorry it took so long but the stupid was hiding under the bed and i had to poke her ass with a coat hanger to get her to come out.
She tried to take off so I grabbed her by the neck and wrapped her in a blanket so she wouldn’t scratch me like she did the last time.
But it worked! fat bum down the stairs and threw her into the backyard…. she had better not in the vegetable garden again..”
The silence in the Uber was deafening….