VIRGINIA LUCAS HART

Peeping Tom

apartment, NYC, storyVirginia HartComment

It was just another lazy Sunday morning. I had forgotten to put down my curtains so it was extra bright in my little room. I yawned, pushed back my freshly clean and white crisp sheets and adjusted my head on the multiple pillows. I kicked my feet in the air, flexing my heels (I was quickly reminded, with pain, that my out-of-shape self ran yesterday - who am I?) and yawned again.


I then, with a blissful smile of I-could-lie-here-for-hours-if-I-wanted, glanced over....

.....and saw a cat staring at me through the window!!!!!!

(insert a mini stroke here.)

For the record, I really like cats. I had no siblings my age or neighbors as a child (little lady in the big apple boonies) and thus, cats and dogs were essentially my best friends. I attribute my broad imagination to my childhood of dorkdom. And yes, I loved those cats. 

But this cat? Hell to the no. 

Imagine waking up and seeing this in the window two feet from you:

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After regaining consciousness, I jolted out of my bed and banged on the glass and watched the vacuum-lint-colored kitty scurry up the stairs of my fire escape. And I thought pigeons were bad. 

I'm off to try and start my morning on a brighter note.

until next time,

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