I just found out about a condo meeting going on in our complex. It doesn't include humans, but a flock of cats that are tired of being cooped up, and are staging a breakout.
The ringleader is our boy Sparky, who is 14. He used to be a Shark in another lifetime, so he knows all the in and outs of gang warfare, and how to get the troops gathered to make a break. In fact, I overheard him chatting with our two other cats about this proposed ordeal.
"OK Milly, you need to dig deep into that cat box, until you hit the bottom. I'll hand you the litter shovel, and you can begin pounding a hole into it, until we can dig a tunnel. We'll then dig until we can reach the rooftop and get outta here. I can signal the other cats nearby to do the same, until we're all finally free, and we can hang out together and watch the crows go by."
Milly nodded in agreement, always anxious to sink her paws into something new. She's usually in the cat box for at least 20 minutes after each visit, so I know this task would be perfect for her.
Our youngest, Holly, who should be doing Fancy Feast commercials looked on, hoping she wouldn't be asked to do anything that might mess up her fluffy hairdo.
"Holly, you go sit in Mary's lap and distract her, so we can get this tunnel finished. Make sure you stay with her for at least 2 hours, ok?"
Holly nodded in agreement, grateful to be included in the gang.
From the walkway, I could see other cats looking around anxiously, knowing that the word was out and that the break was set for the following week. All the owners would assume that it's just cat box business as usual, until all the felines would be freed, and able to roam.
I thought about warning the other cat owners in the complex about the proposed plan, but hey, a cat's got to have a little fun as well. What's the harm in getting to the rooftop for a few hours of freedom?
Then the day came. I could hear Milly digging like a dog upstairs in the cat box, while Holly remained in my lap. The weather was cloudy, and the air was crisp.
Suddenly, I looked out my window to see Milly bounding around on the rooftop, along with several other cats who lived nearby. There wasn't the usual hissing that takes place between felines, just the aimless romp of animals having fun. One cat leaped 20 feet from his roof to ours, so he could arm-wrestle Sparky. Another one hopped over and began doing the tango with Milly. Milly was leading, of course.
And then I heard it. Thunder rumbled in the distance. A flash of lightning ignited the rooftops. It began raining, and raining hard. Soon, I heard the pellets of hail pummeling the windows.
As quickly as it started, all of the cats vanished. Milly and Sparky were soon to be found next to me shivering and wet, but thankful to be inside.
We all know how much cats like the rain.