My Valentine
I wake up each night three times to go to the bathroom. At my age, this may not be considered so unusual. This body need invariably spoils my sleep. But what a pleasant trip to the bathroom this evening. This time, with the outside temperature at 7 degrees, I was accompanied by the new love of my life (not my husband) Tabby Boy, my outdoor stray cat. Can you imagine, I was accompanied each time by my outdoor stray cat Tabby Boy? He proudly marched alongside me from my bedside to the shiny black and white tiled bathroom. Faithfully accompanying me three times. My soft, sweet, cuddly Valentine was there for me.
You have to be wondering how this outdoor stray cat is indoors in my bedroom. Well, it’s a long story but I’ll tell you. Tabby Boy is writing this up as Chapter four in his book The Life and Opinions of Stray Cat Tabby Boy. You have a chance to preview a version of it here. This is his story.
It was early morning, already 7 degrees, very, very cold. The old man Ben opened the glass door to get the New York Times wrapped in blue plastic. I quickly slipped in to get out of the cold. MEOW? Where am I? MEOW? What did I do? I’ve never been here before!!! MEOW!! I raced up the blue carpeted staircase. MEOW? FRANTIC MEOW!!!! I raced on to a shiny, slippery black and white tiled floor. Where am I ?? MEOW! I raced to the left, tan carpet HELP!! I raced to the right, smooth wooden floor with large bed. MEOW!!! I want my soft green outdoor grass world. I want my crispy piles of decaying leaves. I am so scared; I want to rest in the small space alongside a warm iron radiator (the vanity). I rested and dozed off there for a very long time until I saw the old lady Ethyl (with a “y”) getting up. I was calm and rested and trotted alongside her three times to the shiny, slippery black and white tiles.
I can assure you, this was a one-time indoor visit, a pleasant surprise in the middle of the night . I think Tabby Boy considers me his Valentine too.
Ethyl Haber
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