Kitty On The Outside Or A Tree Frog On The Inside (standard:humor, 909 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 18 2018	Views/Reads: 1809/1210	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
It is not important if you are a kitty or a frog only that God has chosen you. Live in that glory every day.

I thought, which is a dangerous activity for me, that I had pulled one
over on the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. It is a rare occasion 
when I actually do something like this. 

At my age, I assume I could get away with something. I guess I am just
not old enough. 

Several weeks ago, I happened to look out the back window and saw a
kitty walking across our back yard. A little idea sneaked into my head. 
Maybe I could get some kitty treats and feed the kitty. 

It is not that my wife does not like kitties; she just does not like
them on our property. No way she would ever, and I mean ever, condone 
some kitty living on our property. However, my thought was, what if she 
does not know? 

I have always heard that what your wife doesn't know can't hurt you. So,
I put together a very sneaky plan. 

I went and got a dish for the kitty as well as a bag of kitty food. I
really thought I could pull this off. 

On the back porch, I put the dish and filled it with kitty food. I
pushed it to the side so that you could not see it from the window. I 
am not an expert when it comes to sneaky, I'm still an amateur. 

Later that evening I happened to look out the window and there it was. A
tiger like kitty had found the dish and was feasting upon the food. I 
knew I had to take things slow. I did not want to scare off the kitty. 

I kept this up for several days, quite proud of myself that I was not
caught yet. I thought there was a chance I wouldn't get caught and I 
was living on that chance. 

It was on a Thursday evening and I was looking out the porch door,
watching the kitty eat when I heard somebody say, “What are you staring 
at?” 

Immediately I recognized the voice and had to be very careful so that I
did not trip up on anything. 

“I'm just enjoying the backyard scenery. It looks so lovely in the
evening shadows.” 

I sighed very deeply hoping I had escaped being found out. 

Eventually I was getting to the point where I could open the door very
carefully and the kitty would not get scared and run away. I was not 
able to pet it yet, but that was in my plans. 

Then one night something else happened that pleased me deeply. A second
kitty joined the back porch kitty diner. I really was ecstatic, but I 
had to keep myself calm because I did not want to give my secret away. 

Around our house, keeping secrets does not really last long. 

Everything was going fine until one night the kitty came to the porch
glass door and started meowing. The knucklehead that I am, I meowed 
back. 

At that precise moment, my wife happened to walk into the kitchen area
where the glass porch door was. She heard me meow and said, “There 
better not be a kitty on our porch!” 

Before I could respond, she came up to the door and there was the kitty
meowing at her. 

“I don't want any old cat on our back porch.” 

I wanted to reply, but I didn't. 

“I hope you're not feeding it!” 

Do I need to call a lawyer? 



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