Wednesday, July 16, 2003
Early this morning I heard my wife shout, "Jeff!"
I paused for a few seconds, trying to determine what was happening. I'm ususually very disoriented when I wake up.
"There's a cat in the house!" Mary explained.
"So?" I thought. "There are usually three cats in the house."
It seems my wife opened our back door to do something with the plants outside, and one of the neighborhood cats ran inside and straight to our cats' food bowls.
There was a lot of hissing. Lucy, our oldest cat, puffed up her fur to look more intimidating to the intruder.
Mary finally got the intruder cat outside and gave it a bowl of food to eat. I saw it lounging on the deck later.
I sincerely hope somebody actually owns and takes care of this cat, because we definitely cannot have four cats in our care.
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