So the tuna disappeared. Turns out I did have a beast of some sort in my garage and it wasn’t just in my head. I tried to put more tuna out and called out “here kitty kitty kitty” to see if I could get it to come out, but all was quiet and I couldn’t find the kitty anywhere. I opened my garage door and rattled all my boxes. Nothing. Before going to work, I listened for the kitty. Nothing. I had named it “phantom kitty Roger” because I could never find it, and used roger as a play-off of gaRAGE. I turned my car on and backed out, and then there it was again. Very loud yeowling, but where was it coming from?
I stopped, turned the car off,
and proceeded to pull out and flip over every box in my garage. The meowing
stopped. I could not find the phantom kitty. The meowing started again, and it
was not coming from the boxes in my garage. It sounded like it was just outside
of my garage. I walked to my car and it got louder. I popped my hood and at
first couldn’t see anything, but then there it was. A little gray kitten,
laying on top of my engine looking at me like, “you’re not my mother!”
proceeded to scold Roger and told him to get out, I had to go to work. He didn’t
listen. I shooed him with my hand and after a couple tries, he finally scurried
down and took off like a sonic the hedgehog blur yeowling the whole way. Not
sure where he went, but the meows got quieter and quieter. Perhaps he found
another garage to crash in. I figure it must have been one of the stray wild
kittens we have around the hospital that crawled in my car while I was at work Monday
night, that went for a fun ride, since I never leave my garage door open.
dawned on me as I was driving to work that I had named the kitty Roger, because
it lived in my garage, and I found it in my car that I named Jolly. They made a
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