A knock at my front door could have changed my life—and, no, it wasn’t Ed McMahon or the Prize Patrol.
A couple of weeks ago, I was home in the late afternoon thinking about taking a nap, when my cat started to growl in my face. Now for my scaredy attack cat, Lil’ lil that could mean only one thing—stranger danger.
Every time someone approaches my front door, he jumps in my face and growls until he knows I know someone is lurking. He then runs and hides in the nearest closet or under the bed, but nonetheless, he is my little watchdog.