"Goose"

Goose, in his natural habitat

I don't know how or why, but I started calling Kitty a nickname of "Goose" as in "You little Goose". But an actual Goose is pretty nasty, they love to hiss and charge right at you, wings flapping. I know, I had one charge me at the park once. Fucker.

His real name is Kitty, but the usual nickname of "Little bub" kinda wore down after Theresa past away. Our nicknames for each other were "bub". So I called her "Bubbins". And I called the cat Little Bubbins.,

Yeah.

But I think kitty really likes Goose. At least, now he has a cool Top Gun reference on his life. The cat took the whole trip pretty well. He didn't mind the road trip but almost got loose twice. I was deep in sleep, and all of a sudden I hear a "thunk" sound. I jolt awake, oh no, was it the cat? I turn on my smartphone, it's 3:25 am in the goddamn morning. I look under the bed and the cat is NOT there !!

I panic and bolt into the hallway, almost running to the kitchen. I get in and see the fucking cat JUST almost exit the kitchen and go out into the family room. If he got in to there it would be a disaster. I move to cut him off and he runs to the living room couch.

I cautiously approach, then lung for him and he dodges me and races through the kitchen, past my bedroom, and through my mom's room. My mom has a 12 year old buggle who hates cats. I spint into her room and see the cat jump over the sleeping dog and go behind her bed.

My mom wakes up, she gets the dog out, and I close the door. I finally manage to grab him as he tried to get past me.  I repaired the broken bedroom door that night. I was using make shift barriers and garbage bags to block him off.

He did manage to get behind the water heater a few days earlier. That was fun getting him out of that nasty, awful place.