All Things Anne

It was a dark, silent, hot (hot is a clue…hot means doors and windows are left open) night. Until about 3:15 am, that is, when there was this crash and a loud RAWWWWWWWEEEEEEERRRR that sounded like someone saying OWWWWWWW or a very hurt cat.
“Oh no,” I thought, awaking from a dead sleep. (Well, not so dead, because if I was dead I wouldn’t be able to wake up.) “Did someone step on Pi?” (Yes, Pi was my first thought. My second was…) “Last night when Joe and I were flipping the breakers, did we leave one off and Dad tripped over the fan in the dark?”
I jumped out of bed and gingerly made my way to the door (although what ginger has to do with it, I have no idea, I was just trying to avoid the stuff on the floor), but didn’t see Pi. I stood in the hall for a few minutes, listening intently, thinking “Well, if Dad tripped over the fan, maybe Mom would need help picking him up.” No sound from there though, so I tiptoed into the living room.

Nothing.

I went to the kitchen, and turned the light on. To the left of the island, under Ben’s barstool, I saw Pi. You know how cats are, when they are hurt, they act weird and try to get away from you? Well, I said “Pi, kitty kitty?” and she glanced at me, but was creeping towards the garbage can. Suddenly, she bolted towards it, and I looked around the right side of the island.

In the doorway, staring back at me, was Pi. Or so I thought. Her ears were back, her yellow eyes glowed, and her tail was all fluffed out.

It was the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen. I think I’ve read too many Alfred Hitchcocks and listened to too many weird, scary stories.

That cat wasn’t Pi.

It couldn’t have been, because Pi was going around the corner towards that cat! Two Pi’s?!?

I didn’t know what to think.

The thought of, “Is this Pi’s evil twin?!?” did cross my mind.

I was about to freak out, when suddenly Pi leapt at the other cat, and chased it off. Remember I said hot was a clue? Well, the door to the garage was open, and so was the big garage door. I went to the doorway and saw the other cat running off down the driveway. I was afraid Pi was chasing her, and would get lost, so in a quavery voice I said “Pilot? Kitty kitty?”

To my relief, Pi came out from under Dad’s car, looking very pleased with herself. I closed the garage door, and went back to bed. I had a hard time getting back to sleep, though!

Somebody has to watch the house while the dog’s sleeping. Might as well be the cat!