“There's more to life than just books, you know. But not much more...” - The Smiths
Thursday, August 28, 2008
This afternoon a cat started mewing at our door, and she doesn't seem to belong to anyone on our floor - meaning either than someone left her here, or she knows how to use elevators. We let her in, posted a notice in the lobby, and phoned the manager. But I haven't heard anything yet. For the meantime, I gave her some food borrowed from our neighbor and rigged up a shoebox filled with wood shavings for a second litterbox. She seems content with that. She's also making herself at home in our scruffy old computer chair, as you can see.
Sophie is not thrilled with this arrangement. The cat is giving her a wide berth, because Sophie hopped toward her and growled as soon as she got close enough to sniff at her. A gracious hostess she is not.
Update: Priscilla has been reclaimed by her owner. I suspect her husband was trying to get rid of the cat while she was at work.
I live in the land of Estoty with my sweetie, Richard, and our cat. I'm one of those mature (thirtysomething) students you see in the halls, the ones who make you think, "Well good for her, she hasn't given up on life yet, although she probably should."
My goal: to become a lawyer
"All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom." - Albert Einstein