lucy on the loose
Lately Lucycat has been expressing more and more interest in the door I go through when I do laundry. So one day recently I decided not to shut the door behind me. I got to the basement and was sorting through what could be dried in the dryer and what I needed to hang in the bathroom when I saw her tentative paws and giant eyes at the top of the last set of steps. Since I didn’t want to frighten her any more than she already was, I let it play out and waited for her to reach the bottom.
Soon as she did I turned around and asked her what was up, as I am wont to do. She started heading for the real basement and I made an attempt to grab her, but she took off into the depths of the mounds of storage my landlords have stacked down there. “Eh, fuck it,” I said. “You’re an old gal and if this will make you happy, so be it. I’ll leave the door upstairs open for you.”
Ten minutes later she was back in the apartment and a little dirty, which was understandable. I was excited for her that she got to have an adventure. Within five minutes she was mrowling loudly at the basement door clearly wanting more. So I let her down again and she was gone for 15-20 minutes. “Wow!” I said as I cleaned her cobweb-strewn whiskers when she finally returned. “Who’d ever believe you’re a 15 year-old kitty?”
Right?! In two months she’ll be 16. Sweet Sixteen!!! I want to have a party for her and she’s totally getting that bitchin’ Camaro. She’s been asking for years….
Now it’s part of our routine; I let her down whenever she gets itchy for it and she always comes back. She’s my girl.