The Dinner Guest

The Dinner Guest
Part 11

When the movie ended, we went to look for Eleanor, who had disappeared shortly after the two lions were shot in the movie. We found her in my bedroom closet, which is a walk-in closet with a door. Now this is a place Eleanor goes all the time, so don’t assume that she just went there to be safe from the big game hunters in the movie because they shot those two lions and she was afraid they would be looking for her next. But still, that is certainly a possibility.

I always have to be sure I visually sight Eleanor before I leave the apartment for any reason, because she is always sneaking into closets unbeknownst to me, and a couple of times, I have closed the door without noticing she was in there. By making sure I see her before I leave, I can be positive I haven’t locked her up somewhere. This procedure has paid off a few times, and I have found her quietly waiting inside a closet for me to open the door for her to come out. She just won’t meow out loud unless she is on the way to the kitchen for some Fancy Feast. I can picture her sitting inside a closet with the door closed, moving her mouth like she is meowing, but with no sound coming out.

After we found Eleanor’s hiding place, the nice lady helped me with some of the dishes, as she doesn’t like for them to sit around, even if they are in the sink. She doesn’t like it when they get “hard and dry” like the linguini on the kitchen wall in the movie The Odd Couple when Oscar got mad at Felix and threw a plate loaded with linguini as hard as he could to vent his frustration. I wonder if the nice lady knows Felix. I’ll have to ask her the next time I see her.

When all the dishes were being soaked, the nice lady had to go back up to her apartment, since Coco was used to another feeding late in the evening. We settled on a time and place for our next adventure just before she left. It would be in her apartment, where she would make tacos, and I would bring Eleanor. Now don’t worry - Eleanor doesn’t eat tacos.

But one prior time when we were having tacos there at the nice lady’s place, Eleanor was up on the table while the nice lady was still out in the kitchen. While Eleanor was checking out the different serving dishes to see if there was anything worth eating, she accidentally swished her tail through the shredded lettuce. But don’t tell the nice lady - what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

We would watch the Baltimore Orioles baseball game after we ate. The nice lady grew up a Cleveland Indians fan, but has now adopted the Orioles since she has been living closer to Baltimore than to Cleveland for many years now.

Eleanor is a Detroit Tigers fan, which is her only favorite baseball team. For some reason, she has several favorites in football, where she pulls for the Cincinnati Bengals, Jacksonville Jaguars, Carolina Panthers, and the Detroit Lions. I have no idea how Eleanor selected all those teams, because she’s never even been to any of those cities.

Eleanor seemed to resent my being able to have company over, while she apparently cannot. Now don’t get me wrong - she has come to really like the nice lady and welcomes her frequent visits. But I think Eleanor is also hoping to have her own get-together for some of the other party animals she has gotten to know in our apartment building. She is now in the process of planning a party for her fellow felines Coco, Gustave, Sterling, Matthew, Heidi, and Moishe.

I caught Eleanor up on the kitchen counter, peeking into the cupboard where I keep her Fancy Feast, and she was counting the cans to see if we had enough for her party. She was also selecting hats for all her guests. They were in an article called “The 20 Best Party Hats for Cats” in a recent issue of Cat Fancy magazine. You should see the hat she picked for Gustave.

I just don’t have the heart to tell her these cats are not going to actually come, because it would be asking for too much trouble to have more than five cats in a room together at the same time.

THE END

I planed to read only one part of this story today but I had to change my plans and couldn't stop until I read THE END

Thanks, Olga, for taking the time to read the story, and to comment on it. I hope my cat's adventures reminded you of what your cat does, too. Aren't they just so special?

I also hope some of our other cat lovers in this forum will step up and join the group you've set up.

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Yes you are correct. My Jakob, like your Franklin, is afraid of strangers, but Panteleimonas/Panty is the opposite. When a plumber or a painter come to my home to repair something he is always sitting close to them and watching their work carefully as if he was planning to become a plumber or painter one day and learns all the tricks of their jobs.