Nelly In the Parking Lot

Em (wife) and I were in a place that was a lot like Ocean City. We had been out on the beach or shopping at the stores, and we had decided to go back to the car to leave. As we got to the parking lot, I noticed that our cat, Nelly, was laying out in the parking lot just in front of our car. She wasn't hurt, and in fact she was just laying there, periodically rolling around, and just being content in the sun, but I knew that if Em saw her, she'd freak out. I don't think it was because Nelly had gotten loose out of the apartment, but more because she was just laying in front of the car, and could, in the right light, appear to have been hit, rather than laying there enjoying herself. I knew that I wouldn't be able to convince Em otherwise, so I tried to get her to the car without her seeing Nelly.

We finally got into the car, and we drove away. We didn't have to drive far, because our apartment overlooked the parking lot we had been in, which was about 500 or so feet away. After I got Em to the apartment, I was somehow able to convince her to stay there and not look outside while I "went to take care of something." When I got back outside, there was a bald guy there. He was kind of short, fairly stocky and muscular, and I think was supposed to be somewhat famous. He reminded me a little of Phil Collins, but it wasn't him.

Anyway, we were up on the fourth floor, and we looked out at the parking lot. The parking lot was now full of corn stalks, and Nelly was jumping from stalk to stalk across the top of them. We could just see her getting ready while swaying a little bit, jumping, catching hold of the new one, causing it to sway quite a bit, waiting for it to slow down, and then getting ready and doing it all again. I'm not sure if she was chasing after something, or if she was just jumping for the fun of it.

We both went down there, just by walking, and we got to the corn "field", which was still only the size of the parking lot, which was big enough to hold only about 20 cars. I'm not sure what the guy did, but somehow he seemed to have a fairly easy time getting her back. He handed her to me, and we went back up to the apartment. He was just getting ready to leave, and I thanked him for helping me.