Arnold-the-snake

I got a burst of energy and felt like organizing the garage. I thought I'd let the kitties investigate the garage and keep me company.

It was so nice outside that I thought I'd crack open the garage just a little bit. Just a LITTLE bit. A TEENY-TINY bit. I swear.

So Arnold joined me happily in the garage and investigated everything. He thought the cracked open garage was interesting but he investigated other stuff, too.

Audrey took a little bit longer to come into the garage. She investigated things v-e-r-y cautiously, as is her nature.

I let them wander around while I put together the shelf I got from the Gribbles for my birthday. I'd take a break every few minutes and count kitties. One-two --- ok, good.

I heard a very strange noise. I couldn't imagine what it was. I glanced at the garage door and there was Audrey, sitting very nicely and politely, watching while Arnold slithered under the cracked-open garage door! Honestly --- he was all squished down and all I could see were the bottom third of his hind legs flat on the ground. Then, whoosh! he was gone.

I was afraid to open the garage door --- I was afraid the noise would make him run away so I dashed into the house and went out the front door. I went around the corner and there he was! Calmly standing outside the garage. He looked a little quizzically at me, like, "how did YOU get there?" He began to investigate the driveway but I picked him up really quickly. He was NOT happy to go back into the house.

I put him down in the foyer and he walked very quickly back to the garage. Not a run, exactly; I think he didn't want to give away his plan. He was going to slither out again! I quickly closed the garage door ---- which scared them both a little.

So, leaving the door closed I finished working in the garage and they finished investigating. When I was done Arnold was actually in the house and Audrey was still sniffing something by the lawn mower. But she let me pick her up and bring her into the house.

They were both so put out by having to come inside that they remembered that they were starving and demanded that I feed them. So I did. Marinated morsels chicken in gravy.