I’m a hero!
“I’m going rollerblading,” Servant said to Driver.
(Servant and Driver are the names that Thomas the Cat gave our humans when he first met them.)
Servant was carrying a pair of boots
that had a row of wheels attached to the bottom, thick gloves, a hard thing
like the moto drivers wear on their heads, and a broom.
“What’s
the broom for?” Driver asked.
Good
question. Why would she need a broom? I
wondered.
“For
sweeping the concrete pad at the park,” she replied. “The little kids like to toss
pebbles onto the concrete. If my blades hit the stones I might trip.”
“Okay,
have a good time,” he said.
Wagging
my tail excitedly I waited for her to clip my leash to my collar and take me
along. I have no clue what rollerblading is but I want to go with her.
“No,
Sparky, you have to stay home and look after the house,” she said.
I
tucked my tail, and slunk into my hiding place under the sofa. When she says
those words, I know I must stay home with the cats.
Servant
bent over and looked under the sofa, “don’t worry Sparky, we’ll go for a golf
cart ride later.”
I
gave her my sad-eyed-don’t-leave-me look, but she just smiled at me and shut
the door.
A
short time later I heard a horrible shrieking noise coming from someplace down
the street. Oh no! I think Servant is hurt. I raced around the living
room, looking for an exit. All the doors were tightly closed. Then I jumped
onto the kitchen table, and slammed my broad shoulders through partially open
window. It hurt! A lot! But I had to save my friend, Servant.
“Sparky!
Stop!” Driver shouted at me.
I
didn’t stop. I dashed outside and listened. There. More screams. Oh no, I
hope I can save her. I ran south towards the little park where I sometimes
swim in the ocean.
I
ran, and ran, over the sharp rocks. Over the big stones. Over the sand, and
through the prickly bushes. Suddenly the screaming stopped.
Panting
and frightened, I raced into the park searching frantically for my human.
Then
I heard Servant’s laughter coming from the street.
“She’s
so cute. But my goodness, she’s noisy.” Servant said. She was standing beside a
man and his daughter. They were all looking down at a small dog.
What
an ugly dog. It was pink and hairless and made snorting noises like those dogs
with the squished faces. It had two toes on each foot, that looked dangerously
sharp. The man picked up the weird dog and it started to scream, again. “She
doesn’t like to be picked up. But, she’s still too little to jump in the car on
her own.”
Servant
noticed me, “Sparky, what are you doing here?” She patted her thigh to call me
to her, but I stayed back. My feet were planted. My sharp fangs were ready to
use. I was prepared to spring into action if that pink dog attacked Servant.
“There
he is,” said Driver as he parked the golf cart beside us. “When the screaming
started Sparky jumped on the table and barged his way through the window. The
one that we leave locked open, just wide enough for the cats to come and go. It
was a very tight fit for Sparky.”
The
man stuffed his weird little dog inside his car and the shrieks stopped. “I’m
really sorry about the awful noise,” he said with a little shrug of his
shoulders.
“It’s
no problem,” Servant said, then bent down and called me to her. “Sparky baby,
did you bruise your shoulders when you forced your way out of the window?”
“Guau-guau, jau-jau,” I answered. I was sore, but very relieved that she was okay.
“You are my hero! You saved me from the piglet,” she said with a wide
grin.
Her hero! I felt very important. That piglet must be a very dangerous
animal. It certainly sounded dangerous.
Driver and Servant waved goodbye to the man and we headed back home in our golf cart. A little later we had lunch at Ballyhoo Restaurante in Centro, to celebrate.
Servant said we were celebrating me being her hero!
Woof, woof, Sparky
