The cat is always on the wrong side of the door, a friend once told me.
We used to have a cat that was appropriately named Grumbles due to her penchant for complaining, something she picked up after years of living with me. The poor creature went half insane whenever I was bringing groceries into the house and had to make several trips.
She stood at the front screen door when she saw me outside, coming up the steps. When I opened the door to go in, she ran outside to be with me. But now I was inside. So, she started yelling to get back in. When I opened the door to go back out to the car, she ran in. Seeing me outside again, she stood at the door and awaited my return. This went on for however many trips it took me to get everything inside.
Finally calmed down, and both of us in the house at the same time, she then confused herself trying to figure out which cardboard box to sit in and meditate first. She had a busy life, sometimes, especially on grocery days.
Some people are like this. They want to be with you but always somehow manage to put themselves on the wrong side of the door. Maybe they need to heed the old saying popular with some eastern Canadians, “Stay werr you’re to, I’ll come where you’re at.”
©2012 Jim Hagarty
