|Familiar smell and the case of the old new person.
||[Mar. 22nd, 2009|06:30 am]
Miss Faye Valentine
It was a cloudy Tuesday afternoon when two shadowy figures stepped into the house carrying large bags. The first person I recognised as my mother, tall with squirrely hair, but the second one I did not know immediately. Worried about the motives of this mysterious figure, I darted under the bed and waited patiently to see if this person stayed and, if they did, what they would do.|
I waited until nightfall, when the house was quiet, before venturing out from my saftey. I wandered over to the office, where the mysterious figure was sleeping, and smelled the air outside the door. Something seemed different. Maybe it was the smell coming from the litter box? Something seemed to linger on the tip of my head, something I'd experienced before.
Pondering on what the smell was and who this person could be, I ate, drank and returned to the office door for another smell before I pooped in the litterbox. I retreated to the bedroom once more, this time sleeping with my mom, all the time wondering about the strange smell.
The next morning, when the mysterious figure was out, I thought I would take a look to see if I could remember anything in concordance with the strange smell coming from the office last night. I was a bit scared at first, and my mom was surprised to see me out, but I couldn't ignore the fact that I have smelled this person before... but I can't put my paw on it still.
I test the mysterious figure and cautiously go to eat and drink. She doesn't move, but she sees me. It is as though she doesn't care. My little brother, Zissou, is fawning over the figure like Garfield fawns over lasagne. Cats are funny about their interests; I'm glad I don't exhibit such reckless behavior, since I'm a trained bounty hunter, I know better than to trust people immediately.
Watching Zissou lay in this person's lap I closed my eyes to let the smell rush my head. Bingo. It dawned on me that the smell is familiar because I have, indeedn, smelled this mysterious figure before, three years prior.
It was in my old house when it was just my mom and me, in Memphis, TN. This person wasn't just another mysterious figure, but my mom's friend, Claire. Having realised this, I went over to say hello and apologise for being scepticle of her being here.
Another case solved, no gun-slinging needed. Mrew.