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Searching for a Meow!
It was winter in Johannesburg, South Africa, and very cold.
‘Did you hear that noise’ … it was noise no. 87/1993, and only February. My wife is a light sleeper.
“NO” But then … I heard it too.
“Let’s go see,” My wife announced. 3 a.m. and we are going on a meow safari.
We returned, empty-handed and cold. I headed back to bed to salvage what I could of the night.
Meow!! Meow!! – My open-eyed nightmare continued.
“I’m going out again,” she stated. Of course you are.
“Seriously”, I pleaded … She had already left the building.
30-days married … I obviously followed. I fastened my gown while considering my obituary:
“He died pitifully of frostbite, searching for a MEOW!”
Again we found nothing! “I tell you now …. I am not, going out there ag’ …,” I was mid-sentence.
MEOW!!!
10 minutes in, just as I was quietly contemplating my options between marriage (well divorce actually, probably still time for an annulment) and sleep, my wife whispered,
“I see it”!!
