This is the post that started the story . . . .
Being called in this late at night was not a problem. She didn’t mind going in to work last minute. They may have wanted to think that one over before hiring her. She didn’t change, just grabbed her keys and left. Keeping everything needed in the trunk, was easier that way.
When she arrived on that blue moon, there was a black cat in the parking lot. She noticed it as she pulled in. Parking the farthest from the building, in the darkest spot, she was not afraid. The cat didn’t notice her, not even when the engine shut off.
The trunk was popped from inside, the driver’s door opened. She glanced over. The cat sleek and black, didn’t notice. Heels hit the pavement, click, click. The cat noticed. She stopped and watched in mid movement, while the cat’s ears perked up, and the hair along its back began to rise in slow motion. The formerly seated cat stood up, then crouched ready to spring. She walked around to the back, hidden by the trunk lid. A smile crept across her face, ‘The cat won’t move until it knows where I am going to walk,’ She thought.
She took her time removing the gear. Making sure she had everything she would need. Putting her hand on the edge of the lid above her head, the glossy painted nails and jewels catching the light as she drummed them on the metal . . . making time. Then suddenly the lid slammed down. The cat hadn’t moved.
‘We stared at each other. The cat and I. I looked towards the employee entrance, and debated. Should I go out of my way to walk into the cat’s path, or should I walk straight ahead to work? I checked my watch. It was a couple of minutes to midnight. Straight.’ She would later recall.
‘I chose at the last second to walk farther around my parking spot, as if to head toward the cat. It took a few steps back. Then sat. Brave. I walked straight to my destination, until I was parallel with the cat on my right. I stopped. Turned my head. The cat stood back up. I bent at the waist, leaning towards the minion, and hissed. The cat sprang and ran away never looking back. I know, I watched.‘ She would continue to report about that night.
Laughter echoed in the night air off the building and mostly vacant lot.
She checked her watch. Clocking in right on time.