The wind was blowing terribly and David was having a hard time sleeping. He could have sworn he heard someone at the door in the middle of the night, but upon checking, no one was there. He thought he was losing his mind and his cats were very uneasy. At last, morning came, and when David arose, he realized that the wind had blown the door open and his cats were no longer in the apartment.
“Fred! Barbra Streisand! Where are you?!” he yelled as he ran outside. His heart raced. They were his best friends; his family.
People stared at David Emami as he frantically ran around the parking lot looking for his cats.
“Stop staring and start helping! Can’t you see I’m in the midst of a crisis here?!”
David heard some distant meowing, and he looked up to see Barbra Streisand and Fred perched on top of a branch in a large, leafless elm tree while a black alley cat sat below them on the sidewalk, taunting them and hissing at them.
David ran to their aid and shouted, “Get out of here you wicked feline!” He shook his fist and the black cat ran away terrified. He looked up at his children and screamed, “Fred! Barbra Streisand! Get down from there! Come to Daddy!”
They didn’t budge, but instead stood there clinging to the branch for their lives. The cats had never been outside, much less the top of a tree.
Pablo, the maintenance man at the apartment complex, approached David and said, “I have chainsaw. You want cut down tree?”
David was infuriated. “Cut down the tree? And kill them in the process?! What a terrible idea! They’re smart enough to come down on their own, thank you very much!” Pablo shrugged his shoulders and walked away.
Hours passed while David stood below, calling for his cats every few seconds. Desperate, David began shaking the tree, hating himself for putting the cats in danger, but left without other options. The cats were startled and quickly made their way down to the ground, then ran up into the open apartment door.
Pablo came back and asked, “You still want me cut tree?”
David pointed up to the top of the tree. “Does it look like I need your help, Pablo? I told you they were smart!” David walked back to his apartment and had an hours-long conversation with Fred and Barbra Streisand about safety precautions and what to do in an emergency situation.
David Emami is Alone in Portland is a collection of stories that peer into the life of a middle-aged curmudgeon with a fondness for cats and antiques.
Playfully illustrated with Bitmoji characters, his story comes to life as each day brings a new adventure.
He was obsessive compulsive and mad about antiques. The apartment was covered, top to bottom, in decor that would be more aligned with that of an old woman that peaked in the 1960s. david-emami-takes-on-portland.html
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