This is a story by Cindi R. during a winter storm this past winter:
Due to our first massive snowfall, the plows are out in full force, going up and down the streets in the residential areas of the city. The north/south streets have been done, and now it is time for the east/west streets. That is us. However, there has been a little red car parked in front of our house for a month. There are no license plates on the vehicle and we have no idea who it belongs to. This is going to present a problem when the plows come by, as they will have to swing waaaaaay out in order to miss the car, leaving a massive drift for Mark & I as well as the neighbors to deal with. I will not have this, so I called the non-emergency police number to send someone out to get rid of the abandoned car.
Within an hour, a police car showed up at the end of our driveway, and the officer got out to investigate. I am in the kitchen assembling a pan of lasagna to take to work in the morning, but I can see what is happening outside. The officer busied himself with calling in the VIN number, as well as going door to door to see if anyone knew anything about the car.
After awhile, the doorbell rang and Mark answered it. He led the police officer into the dining room to warm up and communicate on his radio with dispatch about his findings. The decision is made to go ahead and tow the car. At this point, the officer asks Mark if he can use our bathroom. Mark says sure, and leads the way. I am still in the kitchen.
A few minutes later – and much to our horror – Mark and I heard the familiar sound of the bathroom door being forced open.
In this house, Gracie is the Bathroom Supervisor. She has to know what goes on in there at all times. If you do not get that bathroom door latched tightly, she stands on her hind legs, pushes the door open and barges on in.
We hear the officer exclaim “Hey! Whoa!….Oh Hi, cat!” Then we hear the door slam shut tight. We can hear the surprised policeman and Gracie in there talking to each other, as she is a very talky cat. Mark and I are now both in the kitchen, absolutely DYING with laughter!
Eventually, they both emerge from the bathroom and back into the dining room. We began to apologize for our rude cat, but the officer said not to worry, his dog is the same way and he is quite accustomed to such an event. He had just never had a cat invade his bathroom space before. He was very sweet and understanding. We said our goodbyes, and he went back out into the cold night to orchestrate his towing project.
I can’t think of a better ending to an annoyingly cold snow day, than laughing myself to tears over our cat dominating a member of the SFPD. My eyes will definitely be swollen in the morning.