coffee and a lap cat, please! I didn’t sleep well last night. Had some cat drama:
Sometime around 11 last night, I hear a cat fight outside. So I go and investigate and see a pretty little orangie up a tree in my apartment complex. I talk to her, she comes down, but I must have moved too suddenly or something and she freaked and ran off.
A little later, I hear another cat fight, go out, find the same cat up the same tree. I talk to her, she comes down, and I grab her and bring her inside and take her into the back bathroom.
(My three cats are pretty unperturbed by everything. Like “Oh, there’s something hissing from Mama’s arms. Ooh, look, a string on the floor”).
So I got her some food and water, and love on her some (she’s tame). I think I’ve seen her around the neighborhood, but I don’t want to just turn her loose. For all I know, she’s in heat. Call my boyfriend, ask for advice, but there’s not much I can do at 11 p.m.
Get up this morning, have to use that bathroom to get ready for work, and so I let the cat run around my bedroom a little bit. I go across the street to see if any of the neighbors know about the cat. The neighbor says he thinks she’s an alley cat and I should just turn her loose and she’ll go home.
I should mention at this point that I live near the mall and a highway here — not exactly a safe place for a loose cat. Ain’t no way I’m turning loose of that cat when she seems like such a sweetie.
So as I’m leaving for work, with a cat still locked in my bathroom, I find the neighbor, his wife, and their neighbor in the courtyard of my complex looking for me. Turns out they take care of the cat. The woman’s all upset, which I can understand, but she seems indignant that I might be worried the cat’s in heat. She doesn’t seem at all grateful and relieved that I’ve got the cat and am happy to return it.
So now I’m tired and grumpy. And still worried about the cat.
