CALL ME SNAKE

The other night it was pretty cold, down in the single digits (about 12), and my cat was out and I couldn’t get her back. From midnight until 1 a.m., I went out to my street to call her, but no luck. I didn’t want to leave her out all night, as she’s become wimpy about the cold now that she’s an “adult.” But I couldn’t stay up all night, could I? I gave it one last try at 1:15 a.m. and finally said, “Enough is enough.”

When I got to the bed, there was the cat–on my side, right next to my wife who was fast asleep (and evidently let the cat in without my knowing it). To all my neighbors, whom I might have disturbed with all my late-night catcalls, I gotta say: “My bad.”