|Kitty On The Outside Or A Tree Frog On The Inside (standard:humor, 909 words)|
|Author: Godspenman||Added: Nov 18 2018||Views/Reads: 262/111||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|It is not important if you are a kitty or a frog only that God has chosen you. Live in that glory every day.|
I thought, which is a dangerous activity for me, that I had pulled one over on the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. It is a rare occasion when I actually do something like this. At my age, I assume I could get away with something. I guess I am just not old enough. Several weeks ago, I happened to look out the back window and saw a kitty walking across our back yard. A little idea sneaked into my head. Maybe I could get some kitty treats and feed the kitty. It is not that my wife does not like kitties; she just does not like them on our property. No way she would ever, and I mean ever, condone some kitty living on our property. However, my thought was, what if she does not know? I have always heard that what your wife doesn't know can't hurt you. So, I put together a very sneaky plan. I went and got a dish for the kitty as well as a bag of kitty food. I really thought I could pull this off. On the back porch, I put the dish and filled it with kitty food. I pushed it to the side so that you could not see it from the window. I am not an expert when it comes to sneaky, I'm still an amateur. Later that evening I happened to look out the window and there it was. A tiger like kitty had found the dish and was feasting upon the food. I knew I had to take things slow. I did not want to scare off the kitty. I kept this up for several days, quite proud of myself that I was not caught yet. I thought there was a chance I wouldn't get caught and I was living on that chance. It was on a Thursday evening and I was looking out the porch door, watching the kitty eat when I heard somebody say, “What are you staring at?” Immediately I recognized the voice and had to be very careful so that I did not trip up on anything. “I'm just enjoying the backyard scenery. It looks so lovely in the evening shadows.” I sighed very deeply hoping I had escaped being found out. Eventually I was getting to the point where I could open the door very carefully and the kitty would not get scared and run away. I was not able to pet it yet, but that was in my plans. Then one night something else happened that pleased me deeply. A second kitty joined the back porch kitty diner. I really was ecstatic, but I had to keep myself calm because I did not want to give my secret away. Around our house, keeping secrets does not really last long. Everything was going fine until one night the kitty came to the porch glass door and started meowing. The knucklehead that I am, I meowed back. At that precise moment, my wife happened to walk into the kitchen area where the glass porch door was. She heard me meow and said, “There better not be a kitty on our porch!” Before I could respond, she came up to the door and there was the kitty meowing at her. “I don't want any old cat on our back porch.” I wanted to reply, but I didn't. “I hope you're not feeding it!” Do I need to call a lawyer? Click here to read the rest of this story (45 more lines)
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