It was a cloudy and humid afternoon. The woman stepped on the porch to get a breath of fresh air and to more closely view the dolphins cavorting in the river. Soon a small head appeared at the doorway. It was the cat. The evil orange one, Clyde, who had just celebrated his 14th birthday.
While the woman watched, the cat ventured on the porch, delicately sniffing the chairs and deck. The woman carefully placed herself between the cat and the stairs so that there was no means of escape. At least, so she thought. Soon Clyde was poking his head between the porch rails, something had captured his attention. Was it a vicious lizard? This of course required a closer look. The cat’s body soon followed his head. Before you could say “bad kitty”, the cat was gone. Did he make the big jump or was he just a klutz? There was no way of telling.
The woman yelled…”Clydster” and headed for the door. (There may have been a few expletives deleted, but we won’t go there.) The man, who was watching his afternoon television show, leapt up and rushed to the porch, narrowly avoiding a nasty collision with the woman. He exclaimed, “he is headed for the marsh”. Both humans rushed down the stairs, headed toward the garden, the woman via the side path and the man through the garage. When they arrived, Clyde was casually exploring the holly bushes, with not a care in the world. He was quickly apprehended and returned to the safety of the sunroom. Henceforth to be banished completely from the outside world.
The “cat”astrophe was adverted.