Of A Cat, Grapes and Regrets

I was away on a business trip for a week, so I hired someone to come by and feed my cat. The next day, though, I happened to check the security camera in the living room and saw Rachel Sullivan, Frank Horton’s childhood friend, let herself into my house using the door passcode. Then she tossed a grape into Pipi’s food bowl. Rachel stuck her tongue out playfully at the camera. “Your Pipi is pretty smart and knows not to eat grapes.” Then, unbelievably, she unplugged the security camera. My heart went into a panic. I immediately called the person I’d hired to come back and take care of Pipi. Then I called Frank and confronted him. “You gave Rachel our door passcode again, didn’t you? Do you have any idea she fed Pipi a grape and unplugged the security camera in our house?” Frank answered impatiently, “But nothing happened to Pipi, did it?” “Rachel just likes to joke around. She didn’t mean any harm. Besides, she apologized and said she only knocked the camera loose by accident. “You’re making a mountain out of a molehill. “She and I grew up together. We’ve been inseparable since we were kids. What, after we get married, am I supposed to stop seeing her? “Rachel is right. You’re just way too controlling.” That made thirty-eight times. I changed the door passcode thirty-eight time, and Frank gave Rachel the new code every single time. Suddenly, I didn’t want to change it a thirty-ninth time anymore.