by pat a physics
My cat was being stolen and, at the same time, I was entertaining a famous movie director at my house. I told him to wait a moment, my cat was missing. He snorted this really annoyed sigh. He percussively straightened some newspaper in front of his bespectacled nose. There wasn’t much time.
I could see the young lady ascending a hill just past the road in front of my door. My cat’s legs were pointing toward the sky over her shoulder. Oh lady, I called out to her. She turned and looked so old and disappointed. The cat was asleep and just fell back into my arms like a sack of flour.
This has been happening frequently, I told the director. He smacked his lips, took off the glasses, nodded his head with a sarcastic, wide eyed expression, and grunted. His patience was running out. I tried to tell him about how the lady looked disappointed and sad. How she felt that I had robbed her of her only chance at having her own cat. He muttered something about me and my crazy lady, and excused himself to use the bathroom.
But he didn’t use the bathroom. Instead, he went out the front door, got in his fancy car, and drove off. I had just botched a twenty million dollar deal all because of that infernal woman. I went outside and yelled out that I wanted to kill her. But my neighbor came out and told me to shut up. He also told me that I was not strong enough to kill anybody. I would like to see you try, said the neighbor.