Monday again. Another week unwrapped and waiting. I have not had my coffee yet so I have not welcomed it with open arms. I will try to do well with this gift of time. Last week I sort of messed it up but here's hoping this week goes better.
The Emperor has not felt the best the last few days. When the Emperor feels bad I say he becomes possessed and talks with this deep devil voice. He sort of hisses in this throaty growl and it sends "I" and I running. Yesterday was definitely one of those days. I have learned its best not to try and communicate with him at theses times. But I do it anyway.
Early yesterday afternoon, "I" was out. I had heard her barking. I went outside to check on her. As I walked along the North fence I saw a black and white cat laying in the yard next door. The house is empty. I have seen this cat around the neighborhood. it sometimes gets in our yard. "I", I said. The little kitty is sleeping in the sun,"Leave her alone." We went back inside the house.
Later in the afternoon "I" went back out. A few minutes later I walked around the house, again to check on her. The cat still lay sleeping in the sun. "I" is barking at the fence again. "The kitty is sleeping," I said in my best Mothers voice. "Leave her alone." The cat was not fazed by the barking, she slept. Nary moving a muscle.
The afternoon idled by. We had supper. I did the dishes, the sun was setting. I went out to water the plants. It would be dark soon. I looked to the North, the cat still lay still. No movement. The sun was no longer shining. Why wasn't that darn cat getting up. "I' and I walked closer to the fence. We both stared. "oh no," I thought. "The cat looks dead." My heart sank.
I threw things over the fence, trying to get the poor little creature to move. It did not. "I" barked again. I yelled at it. What will I do I thought? I can't leave that poor little dead creature laying there. I could not bring myself to go over for a close look. "I must tell the Emperor.
"Oops" wrong move. As I said The Emperor has not felt good. The Emperor is talking in the Devil voice. The Emperor is on the computer. He will not want to be disturbed. "What can I do?" I ran into the house, threw open the front door. "Honey come quick, that black and white cat has died in the yard next door."
Honey says, "What the H--l? I'm busy here." I would not be denied. "You've got to come before it gets dark. That poor little thing cannot just be left there dead in that yard." I was in panic mode. So was "I" barking her, little stub tail going a mile a minute. The devil voice took over The Emperor. I swear red lights came from his eyes, but I can't be sure. I was upset. Finally he came.
He walked around the house. "I" walking right along with him. Myself not so brave hung back a little. He walked to the fence, peered over. Then gave a mighty roar. "Come here," he demanded. I moved slowly forward. "Your dead cat," he hissed in the devil voice, "Is a damn soccer ball." The Emperor was not happy at all. I had brought his poor aching body out and away from his beloved computer. For in his own words, "A damn soccer ball."
What could I say in my defense. It looked like that cat that prowls the neighborhood. I for one was thankful it was only a dead soccer ball and not the cat. The Emperor was not moved by my emotions. He was not happy at all.
Now in my defense I do not see well. Sometimes objects look different to me than they do to others as I am not getting the whole picture as they do. It looked like the cat. It was a soccer ball. I sure hope it rests in peace because it caused me a bunch trouble.
So today I must truly try to be on my best behavior and not stir the waters. I am not sure I will accomplish that one. But I definitely will try. I have made my way to the stop light here in Blogland one more time. It is still dark here too. The red light flashes against the dark sky. The morning should be breaking here soon. I have a soccer ball that I am kicking as I walk. No its not the dead one. I am in no hurry. What with the devils voice and all waiting at home. But I'm on my way. I'm outta here.
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