Too much time alone here in the woods and she’d turn into some kind of bizarre hermit.
Blinking in the light, the cat scratched the drywall more forcefully to emphasize that he’d like to leave his hidey hole in the wall. “Hi, kitty. Is that you, Tripod?” Kat asked. She jumped down from the chair, sat on it, and crossed her arms. “So what’s the best way to get him out of there?”
Joel paused for a moment and said, “I could cut a small hole at the bottom of the wall, so he can just walk out. That’s probably the easiest thing to do. I think he has enough room down there where he’s settled so that I wouldn’t hit him with the saw. Plus, I can use a small hand saw and cut slowly and carefully.”
Kat looked into his eyes. They were a forest-green color, not hazel as she’d originally thought. The irises were deep green with flecks of hazel and rimmed with a darker green. “Yes, that sounds like a good idea. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“If you could watch from the top to make sure the cat is okay while I’m sawing, that would be great. Maybe you could talk to him too, if it seems like he’s scared.”
Kat got back up on the chair with her flashlight. She looked down at Joel, who was crouched at the bottom of the wall. As he gathered the various implements of destruction to begin the process of cutting yet another hole in her wall, Kat watched his shoulders move under his flannel shirt. They were rather nice shoulders, in fact: broad, muscular, and proportioned just right.
In general, when evaluating the male form, Kat was a ‘shoulder person.’ Unlike some women who focused on butts or legs, she found shoulders riveting. After careful deliberation from her perch on the chair above him, she had determined that Joel had mighty fine-looking shoulders. As he began sawing, she attempted to return her focus to the task at hand: the cat in the wall. “Are you okay down there, Tripod? We’re trying to get you out.”
The cat, who had been oddly quiet except for scratching the drywall, mewed in response. Fortunately, he had backed away from the wall when Joel started sawing.
Joel looked up at Kat. “Is the cat okay?”
“He’s moved back a bit, so I think he’ll be fine. He seems to know that saws should be avoided.”
“Good plan, kitty.” Joel chuckled as he continued to saw the drywall.
Kat continued her vigil, peering down the hole in the wall until at last Joel was able to pull out the square of drywall.
As soon as the escape hatch was opened, a silver ball of fur zipped by, leaping gracefully over Joel’s leg. Tripod could seriously move out when he was sufficiently motivated. The gray-and-white tabby crouched under the kitchen table, assessing his rescuers.
“You’re welcome,” Joel said.
Kat raised her eyebrows. “I think he’s happy to be liberated. Should we do something about the hole? I’d like to keep the critters out of the walls, if possible. Bud is out hunting and didn’t say when he’d return.”
“Bud could be gone for a while. His eyesight isn’t particularly good, and if the rumors are true, he tends to miss a lot. Everyone in town knows that it’s not a great idea to go hunting with him.”
“Do you hunt?” Kat inquired.
“No. I went hunting once when I was in high school and I didn’t enjoy it. My friends convinced me to go, and they killed a rabbit. The hike was fun, but I didn’t enjoy the experience of killing something. I guess that’s not a particularly macho thing to say is it?”
“I suppose not. But I’m okay with that. I’m a vegetarian, which makes hunting pointless, unless you like to stalk carrots.”
Joel laughed, unfurled his long legs from the pretzel-like position he’d had them in, and stood up. “Yes, those rascally carrots. You need to watch out for them. I’ll go see if I can find some wood outside to cover up the holes in the short term. Make sure no one decides to hibernate in there while I’m gone.”
Kat
Blinking in the light, the cat scratched the drywall more forcefully to emphasize that he’d like to leave his hidey hole in the wall. “Hi, kitty. Is that you, Tripod?” Kat asked. She jumped down from the chair, sat on it, and crossed her arms. “So what’s the best way to get him out of there?”
Joel paused for a moment and said, “I could cut a small hole at the bottom of the wall, so he can just walk out. That’s probably the easiest thing to do. I think he has enough room down there where he’s settled so that I wouldn’t hit him with the saw. Plus, I can use a small hand saw and cut slowly and carefully.”
Kat looked into his eyes. They were a forest-green color, not hazel as she’d originally thought. The irises were deep green with flecks of hazel and rimmed with a darker green. “Yes, that sounds like a good idea. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“If you could watch from the top to make sure the cat is okay while I’m sawing, that would be great. Maybe you could talk to him too, if it seems like he’s scared.”
Kat got back up on the chair with her flashlight. She looked down at Joel, who was crouched at the bottom of the wall. As he gathered the various implements of destruction to begin the process of cutting yet another hole in her wall, Kat watched his shoulders move under his flannel shirt. They were rather nice shoulders, in fact: broad, muscular, and proportioned just right.
In general, when evaluating the male form, Kat was a ‘shoulder person.’ Unlike some women who focused on butts or legs, she found shoulders riveting. After careful deliberation from her perch on the chair above him, she had determined that Joel had mighty fine-looking shoulders. As he began sawing, she attempted to return her focus to the task at hand: the cat in the wall. “Are you okay down there, Tripod? We’re trying to get you out.”
The cat, who had been oddly quiet except for scratching the drywall, mewed in response. Fortunately, he had backed away from the wall when Joel started sawing.
Joel looked up at Kat. “Is the cat okay?”
“He’s moved back a bit, so I think he’ll be fine. He seems to know that saws should be avoided.”
“Good plan, kitty.” Joel chuckled as he continued to saw the drywall.
Kat continued her vigil, peering down the hole in the wall until at last Joel was able to pull out the square of drywall.
As soon as the escape hatch was opened, a silver ball of fur zipped by, leaping gracefully over Joel’s leg. Tripod could seriously move out when he was sufficiently motivated. The gray-and-white tabby crouched under the kitchen table, assessing his rescuers.
“You’re welcome,” Joel said.
Kat raised her eyebrows. “I think he’s happy to be liberated. Should we do something about the hole? I’d like to keep the critters out of the walls, if possible. Bud is out hunting and didn’t say when he’d return.”
“Bud could be gone for a while. His eyesight isn’t particularly good, and if the rumors are true, he tends to miss a lot. Everyone in town knows that it’s not a great idea to go hunting with him.”
“Do you hunt?” Kat inquired.
“No. I went hunting once when I was in high school and I didn’t enjoy it. My friends convinced me to go, and they killed a rabbit. The hike was fun, but I didn’t enjoy the experience of killing something. I guess that’s not a particularly macho thing to say is it?”
“I suppose not. But I’m okay with that. I’m a vegetarian, which makes hunting pointless, unless you like to stalk carrots.”
Joel laughed, unfurled his long legs from the pretzel-like position he’d had them in, and stood up. “Yes, those rascally carrots. You need to watch out for them. I’ll go see if I can find some wood outside to cover up the holes in the short term. Make sure no one decides to hibernate in there while I’m gone.”
Kat
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