Decked Out
Wednesday night we were up late (typical of summer for us) and decided to go out on the deck to have a couple of beers and talk while Mike smoked a cigar. It’s so hot that we have to wait until 11:30 or so for it to cool off to a tropical 70 something just so we can enjoy the outdoors a bit.
Maggie soon followed us out and the three of us looked up at the stars and watched a couple of planes fly over. Usually Liza comes out on the deck. She’s not allowed outside but I have sort of trained her that she is allowed out on the deck only. As if one can train a cat… Wednesday night was different because Liza decided to stay in while we were out enjoying the deck.
We had been out there maybe fifteen minutes or so when I heard some bangs and scratches against the sliding glass door that goes into our bedroom. There Liza hung from the top of the door staring at us like one of those Garfield windshield decorations with the suction cup feet.
We laughed and then “we” decided that I should probably get her down before she shredded my curtains or something. I walked over to open the door and found that it had been locked. Apparently on her way up Liza had stepped down on the lever that locks the door. Mike, Maggie and I were locked out. On the deck. Worse yet, we were out of beer.
Maggie immediately started freaking out. You would have thought we were stuck in a blizzard wearing bathing suits or something!
To be fair, Maggie might not have freaked out if I hadn’t started banging on the door screaming for Ethan. Mike, of course, chided me for “panicking.” Although, 20 minutes later, he was yelling for Ethan too.
Maggie and I curled up on a lounge chair and dozed off. Mike stayed up hoping lights would come on downstairs alerting us that Ethan was up roaming the house, while he waited he made himself busy lighting all our citronella candles. He got so busy lighting them that he didn’t notice every light downstairs had been turned on.
The sound of Mike yelling and tossing beer cans at the family room windows startled me awake. As I came around I realized that while I had kept Maggie well-covered, mosquitoes had made a midnight snake of my left arm. Once I realized why Mike was yelling I jumped up and began pitching cans at the kitchen window. When we ran out of cans we went to bottle caps. When we ran out of bottle caps, we gave up.
I curled back up with Maggie and dozed off again.
I woke up around 1:30am when the downstairs door opened. Ethan and Adrian stepped out on to the patio. Mike explained to him that Liza had locked us out.
They laughed.
Ethan said, “Yeah right. We knew you guys were screwing with us!”
!@#$%%^%#@#$!@#
Screwing with them?
Throwing empty cans and bottle caps out our WINDOWS is somehow considered to be a PRANK?
Hardy har har har.
Then they came upstairs and unlocked the door and let us in.
At least we have witnesses. My name is Amy and my cat locked me out of the house.
Wow!
I’m trying not to laugh, but … :thanks:
Knowing you though, once You saw the cat hanging in the window, you thought to yourself, ah, there’s a future post.
Beamer
Oh Yeah, I almost forgot-
My Interview with a certain someone.
Beamer
That should be a bumper sticker or something. :fishwhack:
It’s clear that Liza locked Maggie out specifically. If you had negotiated with the cat and offered to leave Maggie out on the porch, she probably would have let the rest of you inside.
LMAO!!!! I have tears running down my face.
Oh my God, my stomachs cramping from all the exercise.
So, your kids heard you all along?
And they were just ignoring you? But not on purpose? Oh no!
My friends cat seems to revel in locking us out. Usually at 1 a.m. when we’ve gone for a smoke outside, and we’re only in our socks because, hey, we’re going right back in her apartment to finish watching a movie, who needs shoes on the patio?
Then she taught the dog, and we’re all kinds of screwed if we piss them off.
why didn’t you just ask your neighbor to call 911? i totally would have, lol
Oh hilarious!!!!! I think it’s time for payback Mama! :mob:
OMG - My name is Kari, and I too have been locked out of the house by my cat. But I was home alone, on our roof top deck. In my newly-wed little cover nothing nighty - in January. Thankfully the gay couple next door took pitty on me, and didn’t care that I was giving them - and the neighborhood a show!
That is too funny, Amy. I’m glad your household is as messed up as mine. :cheer:
J.
I only want one more piece of this story… What do you have in store as punishment for Ethan?
At least it wasn’t ghosts! WHEW!!