During the week, I usually work late, making work outs in the morning a necessity. However, one evening, when a work out was not achieved that morning, I had a sudden burst of energy on the way home. "I'm going to go for a jog!" (Because I don't think what I do counts as real running.) It was still warm out, a nice breeze, good Spotify playlist, I was ready.
Not even a minute into my run, I came across a cat on the sidewalk. Most pets in our neighborhood are well looked after, so this seemed unusual. He was a little skinny, however he had a leash, nice coat, and my sister's cats are pretty obese so I guess all other cats look a little skinny to me. I figured he belonged to the house he was right in front of. Also, he seemed pretty comfortable going up their front steps.
Walking up to the house I could see a young girl watching tv from the front window. I had rung the doorbell but she didn't seem to notice. Being a stranger on her front porch, I didn't want to spook her by tapping on the window and waving her (potential) cat around. I was saved on the second ring, when two younger girls answer the door.
They were the epitome of all that I believe in. One, brushing her wild curly locks from her face, fiercely swung open the heavy front door with an ease that came from daily practice. The other, looked up at me through her bright blue goggles wearing her pink princess pajamas.
After no initial reaction from either girls, 'Is this your cat?,' I inquired. 'Oh yeah!,' they exclaimed. 'He was just out here by himself, I wasn't sure.' 'Oh he goes outside all the time,' they stated as they took the cat from me and placed him on the floor. Miss Lion Locks barked orders for the cat to come inside and exclaimed, 'Look Sara!' when he followed suit and slithered around the door inside. 'Ok bye!' I exclaimed, as the girls' interest increased towards their furious feline.
I couldn't help but laugh as I started back up on my (short-lived) jog. I hope we all get a chance to let our hair down, play, and wear our goggles at night.