It's like clockwork.
Every night at about 12am I hear the slam of her front door, and the pounding stomp of her feet as they quickly travel down each stair. Then, there is the deliberate jingle of a rock filled can, which is always followed by the loud obnoxious screech of her voice.
It starts out as a calm beckon and slowly grows louder.
"Garfield...............GaRRrfieEEld..................GaRRRfieEEEld."
There is a short pause.
"HERE pretty kitty! Come to mommy."
Another short pause and then the finale.
"GAAAaaRRRRRFFFiiiiEEEEEeeeLLLddd!!?? Where the HELL are you, you BAD CAT?!"
I hardly blame the white and orange striped tabby for hiding under the house and not wanting coming out.
