August 27, 2005 @ 6:21am
A Desert Visitor
My cat, Squeak, bumped his head against my study door until he pushed it open enough to come in and say good morning. He jumped up on my desk, walked back and forth between me and my laptop’s keyboard a couple of times and then put his nose in my ear and let out a yowl: Meeeoowwt! In Squeak-talk we have decided that this means "Let-meee-out!"
When I didn’t immediately go for his collar he flumped off the desk, threw himself on the floor, and wiggled behind the curtain so he could keep an eye on the patio. With loud mewings and chatterings he announced an intruder: a splendid, richly brown tarantula who was puzzled by her reflection in the den window. Squeak pushed his nose against the glass that separated them, following her along the window until she disappeared into the garden.
Squeak, satisfied that his duties as protector were done, strolled into the kitchen to take up his watch-tower position on the top of the refrigerator.
