Is Kitty injured? Is she frightened? I hop up and dash to the door.
Kitty has brought me a very small, very dead mouse. She lays her gift gently on the door mat at my feet. Lovely.
"What a beautiful little mouse. You are such a wonderful hunter!" I praise the kitty, then close the door.
The emphatic meowing begins again.
I open the door. "What?"
What, indeed. Kitty wants to come inside, and she wants to bring her treasure with her. I am perfectly fine with Kitty coming in out of the cold for the night, but the mouse is a No-Go.
A stare-down commences. I open the door a bit wider. Kitty steps forward, then reaches down to pick up the mouse in her teeth.
"No mouse!" I close the door slightly. Kitty drops the mouse and sits back. I open the door wider. Kitty steps forward again, then pauses to retrieve her trophy. This continues until I am cold and bored. "You are not coming in the house with that mouse!" I close the door until the latch click!s and return to my seat at the computer.
The meowing stops. I guess Kitty got the message.
I sit here staring at a blank screen for several minutes. My brain is tired. It idles in neutral, refusing to engage the gears.
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"Meow! Meow! Meow!" The earnest meowing resumes.
I cross the room to the front door, exhaling a sigh of frustration. What does Kitty want now?!
I open the door. Kitty sits like a dainty princess on the sisal door mat. There is no tiny brown mouse. Kitty looks up at me and winks her eyes. Kitty stands, and with stately dignity, she steps inside.
I swear she is smiling.