CATS ON TUESDAY
Saturday when I got up I didn't see Arthur. All the others were gathered in the kitchen and expected their breakfast. I didn't really pay attention and went shopping. In the afternoon he still hadn't shown up and we got a little worried and we both thought about Arthur's vanishing in January.
At one moment Mr. Gattino wanted to go downtown and went downstairs in the garage. Suddenly he saw a white spot in his car. He took a closer look and what did he see ? A white furr ball. It was the missing Arthur. Mr. Gattino was very happy that his little darling had showed up again and shouted the good news to me upstairs, so that at least the whole neighborhood knew that Arthur was sleeping in his car.
He opened the door and called him. Arthur slept.
He touched him, but Arthur didn't even move one ear or open an eye. He slept. Mr. Gattino tried to take him out because Arthur doesn't like to drive. Arthur suddenly woke up and looked at him with anger and hissed.
Mr. Gattino stepped back. Then he tried with sweet words and with sounds like kissing the garage air, but no, Arthur stayed where he was on the driver's seat. Mr. Gattino tried again with both hands, Arthur hissed again and tried to scratch him with one paw.
Mr. Gattino was perplex, what to do now ? He tried again, but Arthur hissed again and angrily moved to the other seat but didn't intend at all to come out. Mr. Gattino at his wits end, climbed in the car and drove car and cat outside.
Arthur stood up, surprised and very upset ! He didn't like the motor noise at all ! He decided to jump on the back seat. Mr. Gattino got out and opened the trunk. Arthur looked surprised.
He had never thought that somebody would show up there. And as his curiosity about the trunk grow he climbed over the back seat into the trunk. Ah, thought Mr. Gattino, now I can get him ! But Arthur didn't agree, he found it very nice there and looked with interest at his irritated owner. But finally this one could catch him, got a paw slap on his nose, moved back while Arthur jumped down and hurried up the stairs into the kitchen and disappeared in the bedroom.
There he sat on the bed and started to wash himself peacefully and thoroughly
Mr. Gattino full of remorse to have disturbed his poor Arthur proposed him to sleep in my car and wanted to lift him up, but Arthur didn't agree at all. Now it was too late and he scratched Mr. Gattino's hand.
This time Mr. Gattino was offended. His darling cat had hissed and scratched at him ! This was more then he could bare. He went out, got in the car and went shopping to comfort himself.
Arthur settled down and washed his, with a huge black spot decorated tail. He had again been under my neighbour's car.
I am more and more convinced that Arthur had been a mechanic in his former life.