I wish this was about climate change, or the NSA, or immigration reform...
but it's not, it's about something really stupid.
I had been walking my new kitty for about a week when I decided to let go of her leash and let her explore.
As soon as I did, she took off like a cat out of hell and ran up a tree with her leash dangling behind her. I thought I could get her down, but she kept climbing higher and higher.
Bad Kitty! Come back!
She meowed pitifully, falling off the branch, then wriggling back up.
She was stuck!
I had no choice: I had to call the LAFD.
They said they'd be right over!
Finally, after 45 minutes, they arrived. Five hunky guys with bright hopeful faces spilled out of the fire truck.
I turned to show them were she was, but she wasn't there. I craned my neck to find her, looking higher—there must be some mistake!—but no kitty.
After a minute, one of the guys pointed to the ground, and said, "Is that your cat?"
Somehow she'd gotten down, leash and all. Boy, was I embarrassed.
Later that day, I delivered freshly baked cookies to the firehouse. I could hardly look the Chief in the eye.
I don’t know if it was my imagination, or not, but I think he was expecting me.