About a week ago, my roommate brought home a kitten.  This was not unwelcome news as I already had my cat Rupert and I was excited for him to get a brother.  Whether animals or humans, horns are going to get tangled until they get use to each other.  The cats would just stare at each other for ten minutes then one of them would pounce at the other and a race around the apartment would ensue. 

            This was entertaining to say the least but into its 5^th hour I needed a break.  I decided to go outside and have a cigarette.  My apartment is a two story split level so half of my apartment is below ground level with the windows even with the lawn.  Rupert likes to jump up on the window sill and gaze out at birds, leaves and passers by.  It was about 2 a.m. on a weekday so the streets were quiet for once.  While smoking my cigarette, I bent down to look in my window to make sure the cats weren’t tearing each other apart.  I was just about done smoking my cig and the cats were just staring into each other’s eyes when all of a sudden I was blinded by a bright light.  “Hold it right there!” I heard exclaimed by a loud speaker.  I turned around and I saw a cop car in my driveway with his spotlight on me.  I stood up and the officer exited his vehicle and began walking towards me of course with the flashlight in my face because I looked so dangerous in my slippers and bath robe. 

            “What’s a… goin on here?” the officer asked. 

            “Uh, just having a cigarette sir” I replied shielding my eyes from his flashlight.

            “Oh yeah?  Sneakin a peek while you’re at it are ya?”

            “What, no officer I live here.” I explained as I took a step towards him.

            “Hold it right there!” he shouted as he reached for his taser.

            I put my hands up and stood still and waited for the officer to approach me.  He asked me for some I.D. and I replied that my wallet was right there on my coffee table as I pointed inside through the window.  I asked if I could go grab it and he allowed me so I ran inside, grabbed it real quick and went back to the door where the cop had entered my apartment complex hallway.  I gave him my license and he began to interrogate me.

            “This here says that this is not your address.”  The officer brilliantly deduced. 

            “Yeah, no that’s my parent’s house back home.”  I explained.

            He handed me back my license and crossed his arms and explained that he stopped me suspecting that I was a peeping tom.  He apologized for the inconvenience and he bid me ado.  What I found odd besides the mix up in the first place was that even though the cop had watched me through the window enter the apartment and grab my wallet he still questioned me about my address.