It’s me, Tommy, you know Master Jerry’s cat. Elsa and I had this strange visit the other day by these strange people that just came in out of the blue. At least I wasn’t aware they were coming. It does explain Master Jerry’s strange behavior before they arrived.
You see, he busied himself for four days cleaning our home. I stayed out of his way, naturally since I didn’t want him stepping on my tail or something. So, I was outside most of the time while he was inside doing whatever humans do to make a fuss over what I thought is a waste of time.
Anyway, whenever I came in on demand, then left on demand, I noticed a portion of home wasn’t just wiped down and organized, but clean. Clean, Clean, CLEAN!
It made no sense to me, after all I’m perfectly content to allow our home to be as it is just as long as my litter box is clean. Elsa concurs that so long as she is fed she is happy. I noticed he didn’t clean her cage, though he did that last week.
They showed up on a Friday, I believe it was. A bearded man drove a black truck onto my territory. I simply tolerate the dog named Amber and the other humans who lives here, but my heckles raised when I saw this truck stop and the man and blonde-haired woman pulled themselves from this truck and began walking toward my trailer, our home. Who are they? Why are they here? What are they doing?
I snuck underneath the trailer and overheard Master Jerry talking to these strange people. I listened but didn’t understand what the woman was saying or the strange man either. Master Jerry apologized he hadn’t finished cleaning the bathroom yet.
Bathroom? That glass cub that sprays water inside, making him wet then come out smelling funny? Or is that room he calls a water closet where the vacuum and mops and brooms are stored along with his litter box or that sink? Who cares!
I heard them talking some more then everyone came out and walked to the vacant lot that Amber and I like taking walks on to catch mice and birds. I stayed hiding in plane sight while I heard them talking about where they were going to sleep tonight. Something about putting a tent up on back of the pickup.
I finally went near enough to them to get a good whiff of them, but it wasn’t anything I was familiar with. Perhaps their odors were different for some reason. At any rate, the woman seemed more attached to Master Jerry than the man. Could they be related? The question hung in my curiosity until I came up to Master Jerry and asked who she is.
“That’s my sister,” he informed me. Somehow he has this uncanny ability to interpret what I say. He smiled down at me and sister wanted to reach down and pet me, but I would have none of that. I hissed at her and ran underneath the trailer. That will teach her.
They still haven’t left yet! Why don’t they go? They’re doing something called a barbeque, whatever that is. I watch them sitting on lawn chairs talking with the other people who live here. Master Jerry is playing with the little boy they call Evan. I avoid him too. He wants to play but I rather hunt mice. Bird! I see a bird. I crouch down and slowly move toward it. And then I pounce on him. He puts up a fight and tries escaping me. Everyone is watching me now, watching me play with it as it tries flying away and I leap on it.
Amber wants in on the fun too, but I won’t let her. We have him cornered and the little boy wants in now too. I hear the woman called Momma or Emely tell them to let me put it out of it’s misery. How do I do that?
Master Jerry and sister go into the trailer, the silver dome shaped thing on wheels Jerry rolls out to the door. The man he calls Nick hefts a cylindrical bubble looking thing over and attaches a hose to it and then it’s turned on.
Master Jerry turns a knob and pushes a button, and I hear a whoosh sound and smell rotting eggs emit. I hide under the trailer and wait. A few minutes later I smell meat. I love the smell of meat and am happy that Master Jerry is cooking meat. I hope he gives me some.
But he doesn’t and I’m stuck eating kibbles out of my dish instead. I stare at her and him wondering what they are doing and why they haven’t left yet. She keeps talking to me to come over and let her pet me. But I’m not going to give her the pleasure.
Instead, I just stare at her waiting for her and that Nick man to get up and leave. As far as I am concerned, they have overstayed their welcome and need to go away, so I can relax and hang out with Master Jerry and Elsa. Oh, they are leaving! How sad, and we just hardly met. Bye Bye strange people!
Jerry Schellhammer 