My Cat And The Refrigerator

Very entertaining story. Thanks for sharing....Kathy

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It was the summer of 1991. A friend of my sisters gave her a kitten. She
was
only 34 days old. My sister spent most of her time out partying, and I
spent
most of my time at home alone so me and the cat became very good friends.
That summer I was on a full night schedule. Wake up at sunset, go bed
sometime
in the morning and sleep the entire day. I would spend a lot fo time
during the
midnight hour reading horror novels, watching Nick At Night, listening to
heavy
metal tapes with a neighbor kid or just playing and conversing with the
cat.
She was white and gray with spots of orange along her back. Almost but not
quite calico. She was very cute and very playful. She would dig her claws
into
my jeans and attempt to climb up my leg, staring at me intently. Her sole
interest was trying to make it to the top so she could quickly touch noses
with
me. I would have to gently pull her claws and hold her to my face before
putting her down. I guess it was her way of trying to acquiant herself
with us
and determine if we were the right family for her.
It was very hot in our small, stuffy apartment. There was no air
conditioning
and the walls would trap the heat within and it would be much hotter
inside
than outside. With her thick coat, it was undoubtedly much for
uncomfortable
for the cat than humans who could keep stripping the layers off.
Every time I would open the refrigerator, she would go running inside and
settle on the bottom shelf. She would fight whoever tried to drag her out.
Soon
I grew tired of pulling her out at the expense of a little blood so I
would
just close the door. Open it a few minutes later and she would casually
stroll
out, having been sufficiently cooled from the summer onslaught. It was
becoming
quite annoying because it was dangerous the let the cat in the
refrigerator and
dangerous to even try to get her out.
One night, my mom was working the graveyard shift and my sister was out
and
about. The next door neighbor came over and we listened to tapes and
watched
episodes of Headbanger's Ball I had taped off MTV. I got something out of
the
refrigerator and the cat ran in. I made half hearted attempt to coax her
out
before closing the door.
My friend had been to Knotts Berry Farm that day. He couldn't stop talking
about these 2 girls he met there. As he described them, I realized they
sounded
very familiar. Like my Orange County girlfriend I had just broken up with
and
her best friend. She went to Knotts Berry Farm often. I told my friend her
name. "Yeah that was her, how did you know?" I even dug out picture and
confirmed it. What a small world.
Later on at a more decent hour and in the pre caller ID days I dialed her
up
and put my friend on the phone. "Hey whats up? Its me from Knotts Berry
Farm"
"How did you get my number?" "You gave it to me?" "No I didn't." This
exchange
repeated itself several times over the next few minutes before she finally
hung
up on him. We laughed our asses off over that one.
Anyway this night we watched Megadeth and Anthrax videos while talking
about
the heavy metal concerts I had been to all summer. 1991 was definitely the
year
of metal. Slayer, Anthrax, Megadeth, Testament, Ozzy Osbourne and Iron
Maiden
were just some of the concerts I attended that year.
After a while, I started to miss my cat. Where is she? I started looking
all
over the apartment for her. I looked under the bed, under the couch,
behind the
couch, in the closet, under my mom's bed. Did she get outside somehow?
"Dude, where's my cat?"
"I think she is still in the refrigerator."
"OH ****." That was hours ago. In a total panic, I run in the kitchen and
open
the refrigerator door in horror expecting to find a popsicled catdaver.
She
bursts out, meowing in a shrill voice I had never heard from her before or
since. She started rubbing against my leg and I could feel the chill even
through my jeans. She wasn't being affection, only trying to warm herself
up.
She also rolled around the kitchen floor and and even stretched herself
out
against the stove. She kept meowing before finally settling into a basket
of
towels and drifting off to sleeo.
I know it was very irresponsible to allow my cat into the refrigerator and
then
just forget about her. And in no way has my short term memory improved in
the
years since. However, in the 12 years since, my cat has never gone into a
refrigerator again.