So, I come back from seeing a play, and when I opened the gate, I see a black cat sitting in the middle of the walkway. He came right up to me for a scritch. No collar, he's very skinny, but no fleas or anything. He followed me up to my door, maiowing. He looked into my apartment, but made no move to come in (although he did peer in). I scritched him some more, then went inside. I peeked out, he was still there.
So I fed him. He launched right into the tuna. Very hungry cat. He came back for a scritch, then sat with his back to the building, looking out. He seems to be waiting for someone, although no one in the building has a cat.
I said good night, and he looked mildly disappointed.
So I fed him. He launched right into the tuna. Very hungry cat. He came back for a scritch, then sat with his back to the building, looking out. He seems to be waiting for someone, although no one in the building has a cat.
I said good night, and he looked mildly disappointed.
I have no idea if he'll be there in the morning: the people at either end of the building have dogs.
Happy halloween!
Yup. It's pretty terrible that Obama paid for his own campaign rather than the taxpayers.
ReplyDeleteI don't care if he "lied" or not. McCain lied when he said he would run an honest campaign.