The cat

Today when I woke up. I saw the cat right in its eyes. After that, I knew I ducked up. The cat was trying to hurt my foot. But I kicked it. It flew all the way to my neighbors balcony. I tried to make it jump back to me. But NO! That little mother ducker just sat there and gave me the eye. The old lady goes out on the balcony and pet the cat and says “oh gary, you are home again, now we will put a gps in you so you don’t disappear again. That’s when I understand that he’s never coming home again. That’s the story of how I lost my Phil. Not “gary” such a ridiculous name. Duck gary!