If Only the GTC Could Talk
November 17th 2009 21:00
Coming home one spring afternoon, I spotted the Grouchy Tuxedo Cat. As usual, I could not turn down the chance to spend some time with a feline.
The GTC was standing behind the fence that surrounds her building. As soon as she saw me, she let out a soft mew and came through the fence right to where I was standing. She looked up at me and I reached down and stroked her head. She kept mewing at me and walking back and forth. She was obviously trying to tell me something but what?
I looked at her food and water bowls. The food bowl was full but the water bowl was empty and dry. Did she want some water? For once in my life I wish I had some water with me. Was she hungry? I moved the food bowl to where she was now standing but she took one look in the bowl and wasn’t interested. Maybe she wanted some fresh Whiskas. I poured some out for her (her owner always left a box outside the building) but she didn’t want them. It must have been water she was looking for. As I had no water with me, I gave up and continued home. In hindsight, I should have come back to give her some water.
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