I knocked, no answer. I looked for the doorbell, but I could not find one. Disheartened I turned and left. I proceeded to call Dr. Who from inside my own abode. He asked me if I had rung the bell, defeated, I said no, but there were lights on in the house. Someone had to be home! Working up my courage, I strode over to the door and searched until I found the bell, which was painted the same color of the house, and it was very dark outside. Confidently, I rang that bell. I was going to save my cat, whose dissonant cries were becoming louder by the moment. After no answer, I turned to leave and noticed that the neighbors across the street, were watching me. I walked, self-consciously, home. Once inside I called my father, and asked him if I could be arrested for breaking into someone's garage to save my kitty. He laughed at my plight, and said as long as I didn't break anything, and didn't get caught I should be fine. His words of wisdom strengthened my resolve. I stealthily crept into the neighbors drive, wearing all black with white tennis shoes, keeping a steady eye on the peeping neighbors across the road. I came upon the garage door, and the motion sensor lights popped on. My heart rate quickened, my breath caught, my legs froze. That's when I saw my precious kitten, wide eyes peering through the window.
I approached the window and pressed my palm against the glass. Ziva pawed at the window, and then started rubbing her body against it, meowing forlornly. Tears welled in my eyes, I needed to save my cat. I tried to pry the screen from the window, but it would not budge. I walked around the garage and found a door, but it was locked. I walked away from the garage, I needed a plan and some knowledge from the internet. Ziva's wild eyes cried out to me to save her from this prison with out her kit & kaboodle. My heart ached, and a lump grew in my throat.
Back inside my home I Googled "how to pick a lock". While reading, Dr. Who called me and tried to calm me down. I decided that I would not do anything drastic until Dr. Who returned home from work, then I would break in with his know-how. I sat down to my computer, and started blogging about my adventure to calm my spirits.
Shortly after, I heard the door knob jiggle, the keys jangle, and Dr. Who entered the house, and then went back out. A few minutes later he came back in, and was holding Ziva in his arms. Elated, I hurriedly asked him how did you save her so swiftly? He put her down, and said, "The lady was getting into her car and came out of the garage, and Ziva came out. When she tried to close the door, Ziva tried to go back in, and the lady shooed her out, and I called her. Then she came trotting home. We have the stupidest cat ever."
I love you Ziva and I am glad you are home, and I love you Dr. Who for inadvertently saving our kitty!
