I let Rigby on the balcony tonight. I go to the bathroom and I’m sitting there peeing when I hear a small child squealing in the distance. “Odd. Why’s a small child out at midnight?” I then realize that that small child is mine. And it’s not a child at all. It’s Rigby. Meowing his head off at the top of his lungs. I quickly try to finish peeing and rush out there as quickly as I could. All that to tell me he made a new friend who was under the balcony staring up at us from them barkdust when I realize the poor cat was probably just trying to pee too. Until my cat started singing the song of his people, interrupting both of ours bathroom break.
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