My Husband…
My husband and I were all set for a delightful evening of dinner and theater. Mindful of a past burglary, we turned on a ‘night light’ and decided to place our cat in the backyard. When our Uber arrived, we headed out the front door, but our plump cat swiftly darted between our legs, making a dash inside and running up the stairs. Concerned about the cat chasing our parakeet, my husband rushed back in to fetch her and return her to the backyard.
In an effort to avoid disclosing that our house would be vacant for the evening, I explained to the Uber driver that my husband was momentarily bidding goodnight to my mother. A few minutes later, my husband joined the Uber, looking somewhat flustered. To my simultaneous horror and amusement, as the car pulled away, he explained, “Sorry for the delay. Our elusive cat decided to hide under the bed, and I had to use a coat hanger to coax her out. She tried to make a run for it, so I had to carefully secure her by the neck and wrap her in a blanket to prevent any scratches, as she had done last time. Successfully, I managed to bring her downstairs and toss her into the backyard… Hopefully, she won’t use the vegetable garden as her personal restroom again.” The ensuing silence in the Uber was palpable.
