Monday Fiction: The Visitors
“I knew we should have locked the doors.” I said to my husband as I opened the front door to find two visitors sitting on our couch.
We stood there, arms full of grocery bags and just stared at them, then moved into the kitchen to put down the groceries.
“Close the door to the living room,” I told him, “then we can let the dogs out.”
As he moved to the living room door, I headed into the dining room where we cage our dogs while we’re gone. They tend to get into too much mischief if we don’t.
My husband opened the back door to the back yard as I let the last dog out of her cage. They careened around the table, Daisy’s back feet almost sliding out from under her on the linoleum floor, and out into the yard.
“Now, let’s go deal with the visitors,” I said.
We let ourselves into the living room. They were right where we left them only now one was sprawled across my seat on the couch and the other melted onto my husband’s.
“How on earth did you get in here?” I asked.
No response. One looked at me and blinked. The other yawned.
“Where do you live? Can we take you home?”
I turned to my husband.
“Well, dear, it looks like we’re having guests for a while.”
He nodded and turned to go unpack the groceries. I followed.
When we finished with the groceries we let the dogs in. They ran straight to the living room.
We heard not a sound.
I peaked around the door way and saw the two guests were sitting up straight, eyes as big as golf balls. Each one staring at one of the dogs.
The dogs sat and then lay down and put their heads between their paws, thoroughly cowed.
Our guests sat back and relaxed.
And that’s how we came to have two cats as well as two dogs. Life hasn’t been the same since.
The King and Queen had arrived.