Hello.
I have a cat named Phyllis Mildred. I really like her. She's the most beautiful cat in the whole wide world, but that doesn't mean much, because I don't really like cats. I don't see her as a cat. I see her as a "Phyllis Mildred" another monster all on its own. I just have to identify her as a cat, because technically that is what she is.
She's been doing some crazy stuff lately.
One rainy morning I heard a faint meowing outside my window. It sounded pathetic, and immediately I knew it to be Phyll's. Although it was much too early to wake up I went to rescue my rain-soaked Phyllis anyways. She was hiding in some bushes. It took me almost five minutes of calling her name for her to run into my arms. She loves me... Or just really hates the rain.
Another morning I woke up to a faint meowing out my window again. It wasn't raining. So, I thought maybe she got stuck in a tree again. I walked to the edge of our deck and called out to her. Her meowing came from above. Confused, I looked to my upper right. She was on the roof of our house. This scared me. I almost ran to our garage to get a ladder, but then she jumped off the roof. Running to my arms, yet again.
Yesterday, my parents, Casey, and I got home. Casey pointed out the fact that Phyllis wasn't in the house. This meant she was outside since before we left. Which was at 6:30 that morning. I wasn't really worried about it. Casey was. So, she went outside and searched. Later she reported that she heard Phyll meowing from in the woods and that I needed to help her look for Phyllis. I called out for her and heard the faint meowing too. We thought maybe she was stuck in some raspberry bushes, or was lost in the overgrown trees and bushes. There was a lot of calling for her, until I faced my fears (SNAKES!) and went in after her. I made it back into the swampy portion of our woods and looked for any sign of movement. Phyllis wasn't doing a very good job of meowing, so it took me a little while to find her. She was sitting on a log, looking pretty freaked out and Snickers, our older cat, was glaring at her. Snickers isn't a mean cat, but Phyllis likes to antagonize her. Phyllis wouldn't come to me at first, but after getting down to her level and holding out my arms, she finally gave in. Getting out of the swampy forest was a lot harder than getting in. I lost a pair of flip-flops and came out barefooted.
The moral of the story is... Phyllis has been doing some crazy stuff lately. Which was the first line in the story, I guess you really didn't have to read all of that.
