I get a visit from Zach Morris
This is Zachary Morris, the kitty who came through my window and slept in my room every night until I had to put the AC in. He has x-tra thumbs, which makes him adorably awkward sometimes. This picture shows him sitting IN HIS VERY OWN SPOT on my ottoman, which is also where he used to keep his toy mouse.
One of my roommates said to me today, “Someone is here to see you. I made him wait on the porch though. He’s waiting.” Initially I thought that was kinda rude, to make someone’s guest wait outside… until I opened the door and THERE was Zachary, curled up and meowing at me. He YELLS, quite honestly.
As an ally cat, he can tend to be skittish. So at one point, I’m about to step onto the sidewalk in front of our house. I’ve laid out food for him, and he’s crouching between the curb and someone’s car. I start to make loud kissy noises, and just as I do, a woman walks by on the sidewalk. I essentially attacked her from the side with air kisses. Quite surprised, she looked at me and said “Um, I’m sorry…” and briskly continued down the sidewalk. It was at this point that I noticed in the dark street that neither the cat food, nor the crouching hiding kitty would have been visible to her.
It’s always hard to resist the temptation to call after someone and offer a lame explanation of why you just did something awkward. The very act of explaining yourself can in fact, make you appear more crazy.
Better not.
