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August 24, 2006
Look, You. I Decide When You Let Me in, and that Time is Now.
Don't let the Friskies (Gourmet Poultry Flavors!) fool you. This cat is not ours. There is, however, some indication that we may belong to the cat.
Kitty has no name, and we don't know if it's a he or a she (we call it both). It started showing up in our basement a month or so ago. It jumps in an open window, climbs the stairs, and mewls until it is granted admittance. The first time, it brought us a present: a chipmunk, which we mistakenly took for dead. Then it dropped the critter at Ruth's feet, and the chipmunk scurried for cover. It did not get far before it was recaptured, and both cat and rodent were tossed outside.
The kitty kept coming back, though. And it kept looking thinner and thinner. And, since it its appearances didn't seem to depend upon whether or not we fed it (we didn't), we caved and gave it a couple of cans of tuna. Yeah, we're suckers. Our roommates, who will be living here after next week, do not think this is a great idea. But the cat has killed a couple of mice in the last month, which may be just enough for them to keep letting it in.
Posted by todd at August 24, 2006 11:27 PM
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