At 11ish, I let the landlord and his guy in and they wandered through our apartment, writing things down. My cats stared at them from places of relative safety, such as under the bed, and craned their necks in nervous fascination.
When the men left, I gave them a minute or two and then went down to lock our personal deadbolt. I heard them talking on the other side of the door and quietly began to sneak turn our deadbolt so as not to be like "SLAM! I just locked you OUT!"
Then they went onto the porch and I realized too late that I had left the blinds open. So the landlord stood there on the porch and caught sight of me as I slowly, quietly, and desperately finished turning the lock.
My brain then went like this: "He's looking right at me. He knows I just locked them out and he knows how slowly and awkwardly I did it. Quick, find another excuse for coming downstairs! Make this look normal!!"
I took my hand from the deadbolt, turned, spotted cat toys in the floor, and oh-so-casually picked up three.
I then threw Tiger's favorite toy to him from the bottom of the stairs and went up.
Out of sight of the porch, I stared at the cats, envying their lack of intense and horrific social awkwardness, and went to eat the sandwich I'd made to keep me out of the men's way.
*shudder* Oh, the awkwardness.
|Tiger's Favorite Toy|