Outside the sky is a solid blanket of bluish grey and white, seamlessly blending into the snow on the ground. Shadows of dark browns and black make up the trees and bushes.
The air is very still. I could hear water running through the rain gutters and dripping off the deck from the melting snow. In a musical sound that a dripping water faucet can never emulate.
I pick up my old cat; PJ, he is fourteen years young. He rubs my chin in greeting then turns his attention to the outside cold air, and listens. Just the tip of his bushy dark grey tail flips, twitching incessantly. I could feel his heart pounding. His whole body stiffens and his ears rotate forward. He is listening.
I strain to hear what he hears. Nothing! The only thing I perceive is the silence and melting snow.
For PJ, there is something out there! Under my hands I feel his muscles tighten. He sits a little taller in my arms. His breathing slows down. He cocks his head to the right, and then leans into me. I set him down next to the door. He turns, ignoring the screen door with its inviting outdoor smells. For him, the safety of being on this side of the screen is over ridden by whatever is outside. He runs away from the door. Without a backwards glance at me, he disappears under my bed.
“Silly, PJ!” I mock him, and then look back outside, wondering.
Uriah starts to whine. He knows I am awake and wants out.
I reach for the door; I just start to close it, when one of the black shadows in the field next door, moves. It hesitates when I look straight at it. I close the door and quietly look out the window.
Now I am waiting, watching the field.
The dark figure rises from the snow again, and moves off towards the east. Two other dark spots stand up and turn towards the house. They stop for a good minute, or so. The hairs on my neck are standing on end.
Positioning myself at the window, I watch their darkness blend into the trees.
PJ let out one ‘Meow’ from under the bed. Then he stuck his head out. How does he know they are gone? Or was he just reacting to the door being closed?
Slipping out from under the bed, PJ walked nonchalantly over to me. All the while informing me in cat speak, “He wasn’t hiding, he was just checking for dust bunnies!”
By the look of the fuzz on his head he found some…
Laughing, I pick him up heading towards the kitchen. “Come on PJ! We need to hunt for our breakfast.”
He purred loudly…
This fantastic sound I found on Youtube.
Donkey Kong Country Piano Water Theme Music