swatting

I took the big fat book and set it on the table. There is the cat too sitting near my foot. Or is that written in the book? may be. I closed the cover, to find that the book is open. Err... ok. I closed it again and it was closed. Fine. I understand. I had closed it. I looked at my foot. The cat wasn't there. I opened the book again. It was closed of course. I just closed it again. I walked backwards and entered the dusk by the front door and kept walking, receding from the house until I hit the big tree and turned to face it. Sitting down at its base I stared up. Holding the trunk for support I leaned back. The branches spanned out so far and so long and finally the top of the house came into view and there it was... a cat. I turned around fast to look at it. It was still there. It stood there and stared at me. It was an unusual cat, black with gray spots on it. I have seen it a few times. It started to walk. It disappeared into the dusk at the other end of the roof. I walked forwards and got into the house. My cat was near the fire place, swatting insects. No gray on this one. I kicked the cat out of the house and closed the door.