BECOMING BETTER

Jean Croker Petke


Not a Made-Up Story

Not a Made-Up Story

In the wee hours of Saturday morning my landline phone was ringing. I didn’t try to answer it because it’s difficult to hit the right button in the dark. I heard it switch to voice mail but the caller left no message.

In a few  minutes it rang again. Same scenario.

This pattern repeated at least six times. I figured they were robo calls.

Then there was loud pounding on my front door. Now I am frozen stiff in my bed. Do I answer the door in the middle of the night in my nightown or ignore it.?♠THere’s no way for me to discretely check who is at my front door. Surely burglars would not announce their arrival in such a manner,

The pounding stops, then starts again. Several times.

 

I try to calm down and go back to sleep. I’m afraid to turn on any lights, just to check the time, because then they’ll know I’m home.

Next there are male voices and bright lights on my patio. I can see the lights shining through my bedroom curtains.

 

The last straw is voices outside my bedroom door, calling my name. I get up, open the door to a woman and four firemen. “What?,”  I say to them. I’m bleary-eyed and confused about what is going on.

“Your alarm is going off so we thought you were having a medical emergency,” the lady said.

“I am not having a medical emergency,” I said in my strongest, most confident voice.

She said, “We’ve been trying to call you, but since you didn’t answer the phone, we had to come and check.”

We checked the pull strings on the alarm above my bed and the one in the bathroom. The bathroom cord was partially unwound and the alarm was on. She turned it off.

Then I knew. T (the cat) had been playing with it, thinking it was a toy. He pulled on it hard enough that it tripped the alarm.

Bad T.

Unsweet T.

Cuteness  sometimes makes forgiveness easier.

“What time is it?”, I asked the woman.

 

“Five a.m.,” she said. The entire episode must have started about 4:00. I was sleeping. I thought T was sleeping too — at least he was quiet

 

As it turns out, the firemen had jarred the patio door enough. to be able to cut the security chain. By 7:00 the repairman was here to replace it. No damage was done to the door. It turns out that the key they had for my front door didn’t work — another matter to be resolved.

 

Once they were sure I was okay, they left. Turns out the system had worked exactly as it should have, had I had a real emergency.

For me there was no going back to sleep at that point. My adrenalin had been surging for some time and showed no signs of slowing down.

So I got up. dressed, and fixed my breakfast.

 

I explained a few things to T, though I don’t think he really understood. He was just behaving like a cat when he played with that cord. Little did he know that it would bring people running. In the meantime, I’ll take a nap to make up for lost sleep.

 

Until next Tuesday . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3 Comments - Leave a Comment
  • Pat Bolan -

    Great story – scarred the bejeebies out of me til I got to the end! Can’t imagine what you went through!!
    PS – hate to say it, but typo in the 2nd line – “cark” s/b “dark”. Luvya!

    • jcpetke -

      Yes ut was scary. But I notice in your comment that you were scarred, not scared. I hope the scarring is not permanent.

  • Karen Francis -

    I love it!! Sounds like something that would happen to me except I would have run to the door half naked!

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