The house is empty.
-Finally, a summer morning with a quiet house.
He got up and went to the bathroom. Teeth brush. Shower.
Downstairs he turned on the TV, still naked. His eyes are still sleepy. Just a lazy morning after two months of working round the clock and round the globe in the militarized junta that is telecom business.
His eyes switched from staring deep in to the TV to the moving trinkets on the shelves,next to the windows as the light coming from outside changes to a dim grey. His hands clutch the sofa as the house starts to tremble. He stands up in a crouched position ready to jump to save his life . Tripping on the coffee table and coat hanger he rushes outside slamming the door.
Looks like a dust storm. It's coming from behind the house and advances.
A siren shrieks. A loud amplified voice announces:
"The controlled demolition is over"
His adrenalin level shoots up as he discovers he can't go back into the house as the door is locked. He's naked outside the house in a tight packed neighborhood. He remembers that there are clothes strung to dry on the first floor balcony.
Looking around confused and scared, he sees his cat coming home(after a rough night) jumping graciously over a bundle of rope. Inspiration hits him. He ties the cat and volleys it in to the balcony. The cat hangs on to the clothes. He pulls but the cat meows and resists. It props up with its hind legs on the balcony handrail.
A passer by sees him and calls the police. The police officers laugh together with the crowd gathered to see the naked man with a lasso cat.