My stalker
I just moved into an 'up and coming' neighbourhood and I knew the obstacles when I purchased...
It all started with a light stalking and quickly moved into stalking morning, noon and night. I could hear the footsteps and light noises outside my windows and doors. There had been no confrontation by the stalker; therefore, no reason to involve the authorities
But, there comes a time when you need to take things into your own hands in order to mitigate or eliminate the frustration. And that day had come!
Early one saturday morning, I got up and waited until I heard the noise again. This time it was coming from the front door. I stood at the door for a few moments, took a deep breath, plotted my confrontation and immediately took the leap!
I pulled open the door and there stood my six inch tall, four legged, and slightly greying stalker; a feline. As it looked up at me, it threw me a soft meow and slowly walked right past me into the house like I was expecting it's visit for weeks.
All my notions of yelling at it, shhhh-shing it and scaring it to a point of no return, ended quickly as we sat and had lunch together. It was primarily small talk...a getting to know you phase.
Weeks passed without knowing my stalkers name. So intuitively it was named by a friend, because of it's colour; Tiger. Come to find out, Tiger lives just next door and is a perpetual runaway. It's real name is Betty (AKA Tiger). It's all too ironic, given that my nickname for half my life was Betty. I am a Gemini...go figure, my twin is a four legged well groomed tenacious feline, who lives just next door.
Today, the meeting of felines continues with an understanding of limited visiting rights, ideally, less stalking and no friends allowed.
It all started with a light stalking and quickly moved into stalking morning, noon and night. I could hear the footsteps and light noises outside my windows and doors. There had been no confrontation by the stalker; therefore, no reason to involve the authoritiesBut, there comes a time when you need to take things into your own hands in order to mitigate or eliminate the frustration. And that day had come!
Early one saturday morning, I got up and waited until I heard the noise again. This time it was coming from the front door. I stood at the door for a few moments, took a deep breath, plotted my confrontation and immediately took the leap!
I pulled open the door and there stood my six inch tall, four legged, and slightly greying stalker; a feline. As it looked up at me, it threw me a soft meow and slowly walked right past me into the house like I was expecting it's visit for weeks.
All my notions of yelling at it, shhhh-shing it and scaring it to a point of no return, ended quickly as we sat and had lunch together. It was primarily small talk...a getting to know you phase.
Weeks passed without knowing my stalkers name. So intuitively it was named by a friend, because of it's colour; Tiger. Come to find out, Tiger lives just next door and is a perpetual runaway. It's real name is Betty (AKA Tiger). It's all too ironic, given that my nickname for half my life was Betty. I am a Gemini...go figure, my twin is a four legged well groomed tenacious feline, who lives just next door.
Today, the meeting of felines continues with an understanding of limited visiting rights, ideally, less stalking and no friends allowed.
1 Comments:
Face it. It's not your house anymore. It belongs to Tiger/Betty. As long as you provide water and food, you're allowed to stay.
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