Coat stealing
Jan. 9th, 2010 11:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marinessSo we did not actually get any of the fabled snow here, instead getting rather less pretty sleet and freezing rain. (Which, for the record, not exactly usual for this area either.) Apparently, our neighbors over in Clermont, and just south of State Road 50, and north of the lake, did get snow, but the lake kept us warmer, and yuckier. And still cold. Lots of cold. We have the heat on, but with the vents on the ceiling, this is not as effective as it could be. How do I know?
Because a cat stole my coat.
I - foolishly, doubtless - had committed the great error of hanging it up on a chair after returning from looking at the sleet. (Which is not quite as entertaining as it sounds.) I got coffee. I went to answer email. I heard a slight shuffling sound. I looked up, and saw nothing. I went back to answering emails and surfing the net. More sound. I looked up again, to see my coat merrily bobbing along the floor.
Now, some of you might immediately think, "Ghosts!" but, since this complex is, as far as I know, ghost free, I could think no such happy thought. I watched the coat bob a bit more, then settle down, before moving towards it and peeking under its folds. You would think, that since this is MY COAT, this action would have passed without comment, but you are not reckoning with the moral strength of the Grey One, who strongly prefers Not To Be Seen, especially when caught in the act of theft. I tried to take a picture, but, since the Grey One considers cameras to be the equivalent of machine guns, such was not to be.
The coat has been rescued and is now safely back in its closet; the Grey One is now hiding, not entirely successfully, beneath the fuzzy throws on the couch (the tip of a grey tail is an unfortunate giveaway) and this is an unquestioned signal for hot chocolate.
Because a cat stole my coat.
I - foolishly, doubtless - had committed the great error of hanging it up on a chair after returning from looking at the sleet. (Which is not quite as entertaining as it sounds.) I got coffee. I went to answer email. I heard a slight shuffling sound. I looked up, and saw nothing. I went back to answering emails and surfing the net. More sound. I looked up again, to see my coat merrily bobbing along the floor.
Now, some of you might immediately think, "Ghosts!" but, since this complex is, as far as I know, ghost free, I could think no such happy thought. I watched the coat bob a bit more, then settle down, before moving towards it and peeking under its folds. You would think, that since this is MY COAT, this action would have passed without comment, but you are not reckoning with the moral strength of the Grey One, who strongly prefers Not To Be Seen, especially when caught in the act of theft. I tried to take a picture, but, since the Grey One considers cameras to be the equivalent of machine guns, such was not to be.
The coat has been rescued and is now safely back in its closet; the Grey One is now hiding, not entirely successfully, beneath the fuzzy throws on the couch (the tip of a grey tail is an unfortunate giveaway) and this is an unquestioned signal for hot chocolate.