Rob Valentine and I were working in the garage, and I decided to let Miss America out to enjoy a little sunshine. I thought she might want to roll around in the dirt and sunbathe. She started making her way out of the garage, and a group of kids across the street spotted her. I heard the ominous cries of "kitty" carry across the road. Miss America was oblivious to what might soon befall her.
Rob Valentine advised me to catch kitty cat and take her back in the house. I, however, did not act quickly enough.
The next thing I knew, the kids were upon us, and I was awkwardly holding Miss America.
Little Girl: "Can we pet the kitty?"
(I stand there like a deer in headlights; I want to let them pet Miss America, but Miss America is not exactly familiar with kids. She also isn't exactly comfortable around new people. What do I DO!!!???)
Rob Valentine: "No, we're sorry. The kitty isn't used to little kids. She has to go back inside."
Little Girl: "Well, I know cats. And I say I can."
(I'm still frozen in fear. I look at the little girl. I look at Rob Valentine.)
Rob Valentine: "No, this kitty is a scaredy cat, so she would be too scared."
The kids then all started laughing and muttering about the scaredy cat. Phew!!
Disaster avoided!
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