This new complex certainly has a number of cats. The rules say two, but it seems some people have more; and they're not owning up to owning them.
On the other hand, I also fear that some cats are shared among a few tenants, and with people moving out I fear some are now shared among none. It's a very fluid cat-and-keeper relationship.
Which is why I'm not too concerned about this one.
I got home the other day, after some crucial errands (or I would've still been at home) and I hear a cat calling at the door about a millisecond after I close it. Anxious, I count feline heads and ensure it's no-one living here. Open the door and this is the visitor.
We've never seen that cat before, officer; honest. Actually I think J thought this one (also) lives up the way a bit, at another tenant's house. All I know is, this cat was certain that it needed to live here; and maybe did. The food's good, demands are low; it's a kitty-cat paradise. It called under the door for a while until a certain 4-legged resident came over to help smooth things over.
Finally, with me and a cat telling this one to go home - I'm not sure if she was translating, but I do believe we were both saying about the same thing in our respective languages - I think this interloper finally got the picture. We have enough furry fuehrers. Sell crazy someplace else, we're all stocked up here.
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Word got out that your feeding McRibs to cats - and the line forms at your front door.
How pathetic is it that I have yet to actually HAVE a McRib?
Next thing I know, I'll miss the Shamrock and EggNog shakes, too.
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