Tuesday, August 05, 2008

A Life-or-Death Sentence of Near-CATastrophe

Miraculously exerting less force than usual, in the dark unlighted house I pushed down the side window near the stairway landing, to prevent rain from a potential storm, and felt a little give, a lumpy resistance, shockingly and alarmingly discovering the space below the window's downward trajectory regally occupied by Tommy the ginger cat, unmeowingly grateful (seemingly) that he had narrowly averted a modern-day guillotine-gruesome death, albeit entirely accidental, at my hands.

1 comment:

Patti said...

As long as Tommy is OK. That would have been gruesome.

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