Wait Till I Open The Door George – a Cat Story

Most pet owners love their pets and talk to them regularly. Pets are like children and thrive on communication. Usually our conversations are private, within the privacy of our own home. This is the story one cat owner who attracted the attention of a couple passing by as she spoke sternly to her beloved George.

When my friend arrived home, her ginger cat, George, was waiting for her at the front door. It was a cold day and, happy to see her home again, George became impatient to be inside beside the fire. He rubbed against his owners legs, letting out tiny meows to make sure she knew he was there. My friend fumbled in her handbag for her key, while George became increasingly impatient, deciding he’d been outside for long enough.

Like cats do, he pressed his nose against the door, then stretched up against the door, paws as high as he could, indicating that he’d open the door, if only he could reach it. He had no idea why his mother was taking so long to find her key.

As my friend continued trying to locate her key at the bottom of her handbag a couple were walking along the footpath in front of her house. She must have spoken more loudly and with more impatience than she realised, as the couple stopped in their tracks when they heard her say, ‘Wait till I open the door, George.’

Now what would you think, if you looked over the fence and saw a woman at her own front door, exclaiming such words out loud? The couple would have only seen the upper half of the woman, seeing clearly there was no other person in sight, certainly no one who might answer to George. They would not have seen the small cat at her feet.

Somewhat taken aback, the man called over the fence, ‘Are you all right maam?’ Realising the funny side of the situation, she called back ‘Yes, yes, my little ginger boy, George, is just in a hurry to get inside.’ Now, I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t have been able stop myself imagining what George was expecting once he’d entered the house with the woman, especially when dear George wasn’t visible from the street.

My friend eventually stopped laughing and opened the door, with little ginger George hot on her heels. He made a quick dash for the kitchen, rubbing his furry body innocently against the fridge door.

Maybe there is a lesson here for all cat owners, if they don’t wish to be embarrassed by their pets. Next time you speak sternly to your furry friend, make sure no one else is listening. Certainly, choose your words with care, in case they are misinterpreted by someone passing by.