Spook

It all started with one cat.  Spook.  I saved her from drowning one day washing the dishes.  She lived in a coffee cup.  Next, I put her in my coat pocket because it seemed warm there.  I distinctly remember a cat in each of my pockets some time around noon.  My cat was a copy cat.  There was no room for extra pens in my pocket.  I put an open can of tuna in each pocket when i got home and congratulated myself for being such a good daddy to my found kittens.  The next morning, I found Spook on my pillow.  Spook was white now, and had a mustache.  Not a little kitten mustache, I mean a big Dali mustache.  There were at least fifty other cats on the bed with me that morning, all with mustaches.  Some of them lived in my sock drawer, which is clever, because I keep no socks in that drawer.  I had no cat food in the house, so I propped open the refrigerator so they could make sandwiches.  When I came home, they were sitting in a circle.  Plans were being made.  More mustaches.  I no longer had control of the TV programming.  By Thursday, I slept on a bed of cats, and they were voting on everything in the house.  I grew a mustache.