Art IS Life....Sometimes

A woman has a strange encounter

I truly loved my "seventies" kitchen; The orange and yellow striped curtains, the padded green chairs. I had taken the decor when my parents had moved to Europe to start their 'phase 3'. The kettle, that was crescending into a loud whistle, was from my dear aunt Lucy's. She truly was my favorite, (but don't tell the others). As the kettle calmed itself down, I lifted it carefully from the stove and poured the boiling water over the bags in the teapot. It was the perfect accompaniment on this cold winter day, to my book that I was engrossed.

In fact, so engrossed was I, that the cat was able to enter through the dog flap in the back door undetected. It was only when she knocked over the umbrellas in the corner of the room, that I looked up with a start! Before I knew it the feline had jumped up onto the table and like magic had changed into a man.

"Well hello there. I'm lloyd," he said with a very British accent.
"Helllooo," I replied slowly with a puzzled look on my face. Wow that was some strong tea!! I thought to myself.
"Do you want to know how it ends?" he continued. "I do love a good spoiler!"
'How what ends?" I asked confused.
"The book, silly" he replied.
"Wait what?" I asked picking up the novel. "Oh my gosh, you're that Lloyd!" This day was turning out to be anything but ordinary!
"Hate to break it to your Lloyd, but after I've read a few pages I skip to the end and read the last two paragraphs, so I already know how the story ends." I answered with a victorious smile.
'Ugh, you're such a buzz kill." he said dejectedly.
I really did feel bad. This poor guy, er cat or whatever he was, came on a mission and I'd just shot down his plane.
"You could stay and join me in a cup of tea and some freshly baked scones." I offered. "Do you drink tea?" I asked.
"Of course! I'm a Brit!" he replied emphatically and so started a very interesting afternoon.........