Houseguest
I stood outside my home, looking up at the sky to gauge whether the rain showed any sign of letting up. I had been considering going to the stadium to watch the home-team Rainbows play baseball against Alabama, but the sky was telling me that there was no chance the game would be played.
As I stood outside, I saw Wilson huddled against the building. Poor guy, he looked wet and cold. I invited him to come inside and he gladly accepted the invitation. I gave him a plate of tuna and a saucer of warm milk. After eating, he curled next me on the rug as I did some computer stuff.
On most occasions when Wilson comes inside the house, he stays for a little while and then is ready to go back outside. But with all the rain falling, he was in no rush to leave. I tried to entertain him with a little ball, but he’s never amused by the ball and shows no interest in playing. He is much more interested in grooming himself and dozing off into little naps.
I had never noticed before, but Wilson has a distinctive scent. It isn’t as strong as some of the other stray cats in the neighborhood, but there is a definite odor. I wondered to myself how he would react to a quick shampoo, but eventually decided against it.
Since I don’t have a litter-box for him, I’m always a little concerned when he visits. But last night he got up from his nap and scratched on the door. I opened the door and he ran out, only to come back meowing about ten minutes later. I’m not positive, but I would like to think that he went to the bathroom while he was outside.
Anyway, it was getting late and it became time for me to go to bed. I was unsure what to do with Wilson as he has never slept overnight before. In the past, the two of us have talked about the idea of a slumber party, but in the end he always leaves early. But last night he seemed content with staying and sleeping on the rug, so I left him there as I went to bed. At around five this morning, Wilson woke me with his meows. The rain had stopped and he was ready to go back outside.