Locked Out . . .

I walked out of my condo at 8:00am this morning and got halfway to my car when I realized I had left my keys on the dining room table.  Car key.  Condo key.  Sitting on the table.  In my locked condo.  I can assure you, that realization stung like a sore-assed duck on a salt pond!!!!!  I called Lawrence (three times in a row) and got him out of a meeting. He couldn't find the spare key he has of mine so I called Mel. While I waited for Mel to drive into town from Alpharetta with a spare key, I sat down on the doormat in front of my condo, read my book on my iPhone and emailed with the Ladies of the Conference Room.  At some point Earl the Cat realized that I was sitting on the other side of the door.  I think it confused the crap out of him.  He started to meow at me.  Then he sat down against the other side of the door.  I know this because I heard his hefty arse plop down.  After a bit, he started to reach his paw under the door.  He was trying his darndist to get to me.  Earl and I held up our respective sides of the door until Mel arrived at 9:30am.  He never left my side.  I guess he's still trying to make up for clawing me.  Or he was just curious as hell as to why I was sitting on the other side of the door as opposed to driving off like I usually do.  Mel and I grabbed a quick breakfast at Java Jive and then I headed on in to Conference Room C. 

If you are my friend on facebook you will have already seen one of the pics below.



Just chillin' on the doormat . . .



Earl the Cat reaching out to offer moral support.  Darryl wonders if he wasn't
really just trying to swipe at me.  I said I was nearly 30% sure he was offering support.



I flipped my iPhone upside down to capture this pic of Earl the Cat
with his face plastered against the crack under the door.