What a strange strange night.
Apr. 26th, 2003 11:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silversolitaireI was feeling bad and depressed all day. The evening was getting bad. Everybody left me and I couldn't shake off the depression. I was pressing down on my heart and nothing could make me feel better... But then I had a wonderful experience.
I openend a bottle of sparkling wine. I know, alcohol doesn't solve my problems, but at least it stops me from thinking all the time and that's a good thing. I dumped some strawberries in them, knowing this is a mood enhancer. While I was still drinking my first glass, Sherlock jumped on the window sill and asked to be let in. I got up and went to the terrace door to let him. That's when I saw another cat swishing past a plant at the end of the garden. I thought that it might perhaps be following Sher, so I rushed him inside and closed the door behind me. That sound made the cat flinch. We stared at each other for a while and I felt sorry for startling it like that. For a while none of us moved.
Then I broke the moment and went inside to look after Sher's needs. While he was eating I went back outside and saw the cat finish drinking from the pond. It saw me again and we stared at each other once more. To make it feel less worried, I went inside and looked at it from the darkness. It hurried down the path. I quickly crossed the living room and left the house at the front door. Suddenly we were face to face. It was a pretty cat, white, with a bushy tail. But also skinny and a little shaggy. It probably came from the nearby farm. I could see the cat wondering if I was going to be an enemy.
Following my instinct, I went on my knees and meowed at it and it came towards me giddily. I rubbed its neck and it purred. But then Sherlock suddenly was there, alert and wary. With twitching tail he looked at this stranger in his garden. The cat backed off and fled and Sher went after it. I went after Sher and caught him at his tail. I picked him up and carried him back inside to ensure that the white cat could leave without troubles, but also so cuddle Sher and make sure he knows he's my number one.
Then Sher insisted to be let outside again and I followed him and we sat down next to him in the same position. He purred and rubbed against my knee and we watched the night for a bit. Then I went down to rub my head against his. It surprised him first and he looked at me with this questioning look in his face, when his lips become all narrow. Then he touched his head against mine and we held watch together.
I feel a bit bad because I promised him not to hold him by the tail anymore, but I think it was justified. I didn't want him to hurt the kitty. But I still feel bad when I hold him on the tail because I'm taking an unfair advantage-
I remember when Sherlock came to us. It was October and it was raining badly. Mom was taking out the trash and he was standing there, small, skinny and hungry. He just zoomed inside and shook off the rain. Then he looked around the house and sat down on the couch. And he never left again. He chose us. He knew we needed someone and he came to us. We were still mourning for Tracey and my parents never wanted to have a pet again, but he wouldn't accept that and came into our life. He may be an ingrate annoying little bastard who enjoys waking me up at 6 AM, who never likes the food I offer him, who makes me get up 10 times per evening to let him in and out, who knows exactly what to do to achieve his ends, but he's also the most wonderful companion I could ever imagine and I'm glad to have him
I openend a bottle of sparkling wine. I know, alcohol doesn't solve my problems, but at least it stops me from thinking all the time and that's a good thing. I dumped some strawberries in them, knowing this is a mood enhancer. While I was still drinking my first glass, Sherlock jumped on the window sill and asked to be let in. I got up and went to the terrace door to let him. That's when I saw another cat swishing past a plant at the end of the garden. I thought that it might perhaps be following Sher, so I rushed him inside and closed the door behind me. That sound made the cat flinch. We stared at each other for a while and I felt sorry for startling it like that. For a while none of us moved.
Then I broke the moment and went inside to look after Sher's needs. While he was eating I went back outside and saw the cat finish drinking from the pond. It saw me again and we stared at each other once more. To make it feel less worried, I went inside and looked at it from the darkness. It hurried down the path. I quickly crossed the living room and left the house at the front door. Suddenly we were face to face. It was a pretty cat, white, with a bushy tail. But also skinny and a little shaggy. It probably came from the nearby farm. I could see the cat wondering if I was going to be an enemy.
Following my instinct, I went on my knees and meowed at it and it came towards me giddily. I rubbed its neck and it purred. But then Sherlock suddenly was there, alert and wary. With twitching tail he looked at this stranger in his garden. The cat backed off and fled and Sher went after it. I went after Sher and caught him at his tail. I picked him up and carried him back inside to ensure that the white cat could leave without troubles, but also so cuddle Sher and make sure he knows he's my number one.
Then Sher insisted to be let outside again and I followed him and we sat down next to him in the same position. He purred and rubbed against my knee and we watched the night for a bit. Then I went down to rub my head against his. It surprised him first and he looked at me with this questioning look in his face, when his lips become all narrow. Then he touched his head against mine and we held watch together.
I feel a bit bad because I promised him not to hold him by the tail anymore, but I think it was justified. I didn't want him to hurt the kitty. But I still feel bad when I hold him on the tail because I'm taking an unfair advantage-
I remember when Sherlock came to us. It was October and it was raining badly. Mom was taking out the trash and he was standing there, small, skinny and hungry. He just zoomed inside and shook off the rain. Then he looked around the house and sat down on the couch. And he never left again. He chose us. He knew we needed someone and he came to us. We were still mourning for Tracey and my parents never wanted to have a pet again, but he wouldn't accept that and came into our life. He may be an ingrate annoying little bastard who enjoys waking me up at 6 AM, who never likes the food I offer him, who makes me get up 10 times per evening to let him in and out, who knows exactly what to do to achieve his ends, but he's also the most wonderful companion I could ever imagine and I'm glad to have him
