He held his breath. Listened. Turned toward the sound. Looked for escape. Too late.
Sounds increased. Growling. Snarling.
A hiding place was needed.
Nothing was in the room.
Weapon, then. A defense.
Twisting, he crashed through the kitchen, jerking open drawers, pawing through contents. Snarling became a roar. The zombie burst in and rushed him.
Grabbing his coffee mug, he spun. “Here. Coffee.” His hand shook as he held out the steaming cup.
The zombie stopped. Accepted the mug. Breathed in the aroma. Took a sip. Sighed.
Turning, she shuffled out with muted growls.
With sunrise blinking in at 5:53 AM, today’s weather is a relaxed, mellow blend, clouds and sky, high against the upper eighties. Sunset is coming on at 8:41 PM in the valley, when darkness crawls in, dragging stars, moon, and cooler temps with it.
A cat inspired today’s music. I was still abed, struggling between alive and dead, lingering in that limbo state between being asleep and being awake. WHEN —
A sudden gallop on a hardwood floor, with a sliding sound that ended with a bang against the door, a cat did appear in the room, pausing for a moment to give himself a groom. THEN —
With a new battle cry (“Freedom!”) he was off again, racing around bed and then, galloping back down the hall, plowing again into a wall.
The time was 5:40 AM.
As I tried to sink back to sleep, I thought about the beast’s antics. And thought, maybe it was a jailbreak. Which, then, sometime later, kicked in Thin Lizzy with “Jailbreak” from 1976. Lovely song. Perfect for a big cat with an overactive imagination.
Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask as needed, and, you know, get the vax. Cheers