A Visit from The Inspector

The other day I was in my office when I got a phone call from Adam. "What's up?" I said. He replied, "Listen." And that was when I heard the meowing. I guess that wouldn't be unusual...if we owned a cat.

I knew almost immediately where the meows were coming from. Our neighbor's cat is a bit of a busybody. It (no offense intended, but I don't know if it is he or she) has been spotted checking out the interior of parked cars. It has been known to make itself comfortable in our driveway and on our deck. I am not complaining because I watch the cat in turn. Dishwashing is much more pleasant when I can watch the cat's stalking, stretching, and other antics from my kitchen window.

Adam had been home waiting for a service call. Once the work was done, he caught the man as he was leaving, so he could ask about billing. The cat made its move during the pause at the door.

Adam looked down at the cat as it darted inside and said, "Hello, cat."

"Is that your cat?" the man asked.

"Nope." And with that they concluded the conversation. The man took his leave.

Men. Not a squeal of delight in the whole exchange! It is a good thing that I could provide some proper cute-appreciation phone support.

The next step for Adam was to track down the cat. Apparently, it had decided that each room needed to be inspected and rubbed. Adam finally found the cat up in our bedroom. He more than made up for his nonchalance at the door (which I not-so-secretly adore, actually) by taking a picture to surprise me.

Once the cat had marked the house sufficiently, it wanted to be let out. All business, that one.

Since then it has trotted up to the door once again, but its hopes were dashed as we continued with our plan for an after-dinner walk. I am pretty sure that it is just a matter of time before our home is invaded again.

I say, bring it on!