Page 27 - December 2019

I heard it again. The man looked me

A clear, sharp, up and down—outdoor
and distant slippers, PJ bottoms, long
cat yowl. I black trench coat, fuzzy
slipped hat, flashlight, and a wild-

back inside, eyed expression.
threw a coat over “Yeah sure, go
my PJs, grabbed ahead man. No
a flashlight, and problem…”

started the
hunt.

He dashed for the door
of the warehouse - in the
opposite direction.

Fifteen minutes later, and after searching Swift shrieked again...louder.
three businesses, I heard the cat hollering to be “Hold on there, I’m coming!”
let out of a dumpster on top of a flatbed truck. The top of the dumpster was completely open
After rounding the fence and storming across and the sides were 5 feet high, but the door was

the parking lot, I shocked a man getting out of shut. I fought with the strap that secured the
his pickup truck with my sudden appearance. door - I’d forgotten my glasses and could not see
“Hey there!” the release mechanism. Finally I yanked in the
“Holy s#%t! Where did you come from?” right spot. The cat shriek reached a crescendo

“Next door. One of the cats I feed sounds right before I opened the door, and I began to
like it is trapped in that dumpster. May I go over wonder what cat it was. Swift has such a quiet
there and let it out?” Swift must have heard my meow - so delicate and high pitched. This berserk
voice - she was shouting nonstop. animal was wailing!

VOICES! | DECEMBER 2019 27