Early morning scare

Before I tell this story, I need to tell you something first.

Almost all my life, I've lived with my mom and grandma, and my grandma would always call the cops over the littlest things. She never called them on me - she would call them because she was disabled and there would be a spider on the wall and she couldn't do nothing about it. So all the local cops knew my grandma by name.

Anyway, on with my story... One day, I was asleep in my mom's room while she was out of town and my friend was asleep in my room. I was awakened by my front door being kicked in and a few seconds later, the door across the hall was kicked in. I knew it was the police, but I wasn't looking forward to seeing what they wanted.

Then - to no surprise - they kicked my mom's bedroom door open and every officer that came in the room had guns pointed at me.

They handcuffed me and brought me out in the living room to question me. When they sat me down next to my friend - who looked like he had just died - they asked me "what I did with the body."

I was confused by what they had just asked me, but I knew they thought I had done something bad. Then they said again, "What did you do with your grandma's body?" I was stunned because as far as I knew, she was in her room probably watching TV or something. I told the police she was in her room and they told me that she wasn't anywhere on the property. I couldn't believe it because my grandma can't get out of bed and it made no sense.

The police were convinced I killed my poor grandma and they weren't going to believe otherwise 'til I could prove it. So here I am, just me, my black friend - who looked whiter than me at that moment - and about 15 police officers searching my house. When out of nowhere, a stray cat (that I have no idea how it got in my house in the first place) came running out of my room, zig zagging in between all the cops - scattering them like bowling pins - and ran straight through a plate glass window. When I say it ran through the window, I literally mean THROUGH the window - and it just kept going.

All the cops looked shocked.

I couldn't believe what I just saw myself. All the cops were convinced that I had fed the cat crack or something.

I couldn't believe any of this was really happening. It all seemed like a bad dream. For all the times for that cat to pick to act like it did, it had to pick the time when the police thought I killed my grandma.

Finally after a couple of hours, they found out my grandma had gone to a doctor's appointment (by ambulance) and she accidentally hit the 911 emergency call button when she left.

I have to say that was the worst start to a day I've ever had. And just so everybody knows - I would never harm my grandma. I love her very much. Oh, and I didn't feed that cat drugs of any kind.