THE WORKING GIRL

I'm a "working girl", though I don't sing the song "9 to 5"!  And I'm mostly thankful for my job, though sometimes I think I need to join a union as my pay is abysmally low. However, that it offset by the fact that I work from home, and I do enjoy my job, which is only part time. My primary responsibility is to observe the activity on Charles Street at dawn and dusk daily (I do it well) and report to mine Mommy anything of interest.  It's a fun job, though many days rather boring, capital B.  

Except there was one evening recently ~ first, I usually check the helipad at Mercy Hospital, no landings tonight.  And all the other rooftops are quiet, even the one where a handsome big, black Mr. Dog is often sunning himself on a deck, I guess he's gone indoors for his supper.  Bye, woofer!  Besides, it is raining (without thunder, thankfully) and Mr. Dog wouldn't want to get all messy-wet I suppose.  Anyway, I hear the sounds of the fire engines, which is not unusual, but ohmycat, as I look down ~ they stop, right there on Charles, and now I see smoke. I hear the police cars too, a different kind of siren sound.  And I watch and watch and listen and listen.  And I meow-report to mine Mommy so she can come take a picture for me, as good reporters need to have photos to go with their breaking news!

  

So policemen are doing their best to get rush hour traffic around the fire truck and out of the way and Charles Street is very narrow, mind you, and the cars get to park on each side, so then, this great big tour bus comes along and he pays no attention at all to the fire truck or the policemen or anything and decides he must turn onto our street, stupid Mr. Driver ~ see!  He hits the fire truck! I am so excited, this is not boring with a capital B.  This is capital A exciting.  

One hour later.  Smoke still pouring out of the building.  Barricades now set up.  More policemen have arrived.  It starts to rain harder and harder.  And now there is lightning.  With lightning comes thunder.  With thunder, I hide.  The show is over, for me.  When I did my job at dawn the next morning, it all looked normal and quiet and boring again, as if nothing had ever happened.  I wonder where that big bus went?

I am thankful no peoples were hurt, 

but I should get a pay raise, or at least a bonus for this report.