Photo by Audrey Pavia
Lucas came to visit and made me laugh more than once .
When my friend , Lisa , asked if she could leave her mom ’s Rat Terrier , Lucas , in my scanty bedroom today , I figured why not . I ’d never met Lucas , but Lisa said he was a ripe male child , so I was n’t worried .
Lisa was off at a horse show ( she ’s a trainer ) , and she just needed someone to watch him during the day since her mom was out of town . Lisa got Lucas settled in the spare bedroom and left , telling me she ’d see me after tonight .
I went for a long drive very too soon in the morning with two friends , and when I come in home , I sat right down to work . I forgot Lucas was even here , he was so quiet . That is , until I decide to take a break by lying on the couch and catch a wink for a bit . The cats jam up on top of me , and we all doze off .
I was awoken by the eery , most bizarre sound I remember I ’ve ever heard . It sound like a hybridisation between a groan and a wail . I opened my eyes , and so did all the cats . We all stare wide - eyed in the general direction of the spare sleeping room . This unearthly noise was apparently coming from Lucas . I send Lisa a text edition .
“ Lucas is howling , ” I indite . “ What do I do ( besides jest ) ? ”
She called me right away and told me it was OK to let him take the air around the star sign . So , I start the spare room doorway and out he add up .
Stubby tail tucked between his peg , Lucas slink out of the way shaking , looking around as if he had died and gone to hell . He had the discrete “ What am I doinghere?”look written all over him .
I bent down and pet him , reassuring him he was fine . He seemed to loosen up a little bit and followed me tight into my office . He curled up at my feet , looking out nervously from between my calves .
Eventually , Lucas develop the courage to wander away from me . He soon will the elbow room and disappeared . As I became engage in my work , I forgot about him . Then , suddenly , a shrill , hair-raising scream pierced the lull of the house .
“ Oh no ! ” I conceive . “ Something horrible has happened to Lucas ! ”
I jump out of my chair and ran to the dining room . I see Lucas on the windowsill cowering but completely intact . Then I notice my Orange River tabby , Cheddar , on the floor several foot away , his tail puffed up like a racoon ’s .
It was then I remembered Lisa telling me that Lucas had been outwit up by a computerized axial tomography once — an orange tabby cat . From what I could conglomerate , Cheddar — who loves dogs — got a footling too close to Lucas , and he panic .
Lucas is going home tomorrow , and it ’s too unfit . He made my day on this urban farm even more uproarious .
