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Baby in the storm
Jul. 20th, 2005 04:36 amLast night was one of those Phoenix dust and wind storms where the rain that's supposed to hit the ground goes back up because it's too damn hot, and the trees are being ripped about by the wind and you can hardly breathe for the damp and the dust.
I pushed my way home from the bus stop and my encounter with my bondmate. As I neared my own door, I saw a long pale cat cowering near the pool. At first I thought it was the little kitten, but as I got closer, I recognized it as an older cat I usually saw sprawled out on the inside of the windowsill of a nearby apartment. She wove around, clearly desperate to get inside.
I tapped the knocker gently twice.
"Who is it?"
"Is this your cat out here?"
The door opened.
"Baby, get in here!"
Baby hesitated at the doorway. I reached down and shooed her in.
"Thanks."
I nodded to Baby's humans and went on my way.
I pushed my way home from the bus stop and my encounter with my bondmate. As I neared my own door, I saw a long pale cat cowering near the pool. At first I thought it was the little kitten, but as I got closer, I recognized it as an older cat I usually saw sprawled out on the inside of the windowsill of a nearby apartment. She wove around, clearly desperate to get inside.
I tapped the knocker gently twice.
"Who is it?"
"Is this your cat out here?"
The door opened.
"Baby, get in here!"
Baby hesitated at the doorway. I reached down and shooed her in.
"Thanks."
I nodded to Baby's humans and went on my way.
She cleans the kitchen, is what. There is a lunch packed for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
votania. Things are wiped off and put away and set on wash. There's a loaf of bread baking. I need to vacuum tomorrow morning. I need to pack a lunch for myself tomorrow morning. I need to pack my Bag of Work Essentials -- binder, paper, pens, water bottle, sweatshirt.
I need to set out the goldfish, the cheese crackers, the granola bars. I need to pray that the LF does not slack at school like yesterday. I need to scoop the catboxes; I need to trimshammash's claws. I need to do that thing with the bathroom where I make sure that the litter that the kitling tracks out gets up off the floor.
I'm actually not a tidy person. I just act like I'm supposed to look like one sometime. And I need to make sure the refrigerator won't cascade down on anyone's head.
When (I think it was) Storm Fayoumis came out of the henhouse in the mornings, she would pause halfway down the ramp, look around, scream, then keep on walking. It wasn't a crow. We know what a crowing hen sounds like. This was something like Great-Uncle John's ritual morning curse. I think Storm and Uncle John would have gotten along fabulously.
votania. Things are wiped off and put away and set on wash. There's a loaf of bread baking. I need to vacuum tomorrow morning. I need to pack a lunch for myself tomorrow morning. I need to pack my Bag of Work Essentials -- binder, paper, pens, water bottle, sweatshirt. I need to set out the goldfish, the cheese crackers, the granola bars. I need to pray that the LF does not slack at school like yesterday. I need to scoop the catboxes; I need to trim
shammash's claws. I need to do that thing with the bathroom where I make sure that the litter that the kitling tracks out gets up off the floor. I'm actually not a tidy person. I just act like I'm supposed to look like one sometime. And I need to make sure the refrigerator won't cascade down on anyone's head.
When (I think it was) Storm Fayoumis came out of the henhouse in the mornings, she would pause halfway down the ramp, look around, scream, then keep on walking. It wasn't a crow. We know what a crowing hen sounds like. This was something like Great-Uncle John's ritual morning curse. I think Storm and Uncle John would have gotten along fabulously.
