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I got home last night and had some trouble finding my house key. I fumbled around in the dark for a couple of minutes before unlocking the door when I noticed a post-it-note on the door. (It blended quite well with the door in the dark.) I couldn't really make out what the message said, despite the full moon (probably because the overhang blocked out the moonlight). "Don't let.." something, something. Squinting, I took a closer look. "Don't let the.." something, "..house.". What the.. "Don't let the.." Ah ha!
"Don't let the cat in the house."
Don't let the cat in the house?
*meow*
What the? The cat was outside! It must've snuck up on me while I was reading the note (and fumbling around for my keys). So I was in a bit of a quandary. I wasn't sure whether to let the cat in or not (it really did seem like it wanted to get in). But it wasn't my house, so I figured that the cat should stay out. I was able to distract the cat by blading back out onto the road, it must've thought that I was leaving so it went back to the place from whence it came. I took that opportunity to dive into the house and close the door behind me before the cat realized what had happened.
Looking inside, I noticed that the kitty litter thing was in the living room. It had been cleaned out, as were the water and food dishes. Hmm. I guess this is more permanent than I thought.
Werdna was awake so I asked him what was going on. Apparently HNT's bro came by to check on the cat and determined that the cat was around two years old. They also figured that the cat must've belonged to someone because it was very well kept. Chances were that the cat was just wandering around the neighborhood instead of actually being a stray.
Now this is fine and good, but I have a couple of questions. First of all, why did HNT think the cat was a kitten? Why didn't they check to see if the cat belonged to someone? One of our neighbors was supposed to have phoned the humane society but we never heard from them. The cat didn't have a collar but nobody checked to see if it had a microchip. Finally, I think it's kind of cruel to throw the cat out without making sure that it actually had an owner. What if the owner had just gotten rid of the cat?!? All these questions, and the one fact remains: The cat is out of the ba.. er.. house.
Oh well, it's out of my hands. I don't think it was ever in my hands in the first place. I'm just your lowly chronicler, recording the events that transpire in the world around us. Well, me at least.
So there's no more need to think of any cat names.
So what would you guys have done in my place?
Tuesday, May 16, 2000 at 20:30:00 (UTC)
Given the time of the year and the age of the cat, it could easily have been abandoned by students. Why don't you put up some "found" posters?
Mister Man Mikeo