Grapling

As I looked out the bedroom window this morning, I saw the deli-cat basking in the sun in our yard. He looked happy and comfortable but I knew the deli guys have been worried about him running away, so I decided to carry the cat back to the deli.

Anyone who has tried to carry or hold a frightened cat knows this is a nearly impossible task, but a dumb part of me thought it would be different this time.

The deli-cat was fierce and vicious as we wrestled our way through the hallway and out onto the street. I got him in a choke-hold and he pierced his claws into the back of my shoulder, resulting in him screaming "meeeeeooooow" and me screaming "ooooouuuuuuuu".

I finally got a better grip around his belly and made a run for it. So there I was, 9am on a Saturday morning, running down the block with a screaming cat attached to my abdomen and shoulder.

I got quite a few dirty looks as we raced by the organic yoga people picking up veggies at the farmer's market. But the deli guys were happy to get their cat back, and I picked up some cereal and coffee.