I’ve been hearing an unhappy cat all day. I thought it was an awfully mature mowowow for the kitten that lives next door. Sure enough, when I finally went outside, it turned out to be the cat from upstairs. I guess she likes to get out, but sometimes her person forgets to let her back in. Or, from my experience with cats and outdoors and such like, maybe when ms person was ready to go out and do her Saturday afternoon shopping, miss kitty wasn’t quite ready to be called back into the apartment. It’s that old, “I’ll teach you a lesson” and “no, I’ll teach YOU a lesson.” Anyway, I think kitty got taught the lesson this time, as she’s been pretty unhappy. It was the thunder that finally brought me outside, away from my Saturday afternoon cleaning. So, kitty and I sat outside, looking up at the sky, waiting for something to happen. She kept asking me if I would save her if there was a tornado, and I kept saying, “not to worry, they never happen here,” but I’m not sure she believed me.
