Let me paint you the picture. I'm sitting on the computer just surfing the web, checking out other bloggers...(because that's what I am now...a blogger) when Jessica, my lovely roommate, bustles into the house in a fiery front leaving the door wide open. She's on the phone with her previous ex-car insurance agent and waves me off the computer with a smile. I, in no hurry to continue anything online, get up to make a chicken quesadilla, mainly because I am hungry and have the ingredients for once in my life. I'm grating some cheese and shredding some chicken when something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention...I glance to my left and see a little gray cat sauntering right into our kitchen...just like he owns the place. Surprised by this odd predicament I calmly yell..."WHAT THE HELL!? GET OUT OF HERE!" Jessica presses her finger to her lips, because SHE'S still on the phone and I say rather loudly and incredulously..."There is a CAT in our house...a cat that we do not own!!" She promptly turns away and continues her phone call as I scoop the stray in my arms and head up the stairs to the front door. On my way up I notice a pair of yellow eyes looking at me from the top of the stairs through the railing. I shout..."Jessica! Simon's upstairs!" Simon is the name we gave the female stray cat who we've been meaning to take to the pound. Jessica doesn't even acknowledge me as I toss "Houdini" out the door and scurry up the steps to find Simon. She's behind Jessica's bed, meowing LOUDLY, I like to think, begging for me to leave her there. I give her a stern, "Come on cat." and luckily, Simon's a bit smarter than Houdini and follows me down the stairs outside.
What, you may ask, is the moral of this story? I'll tell you what it is...Don't ever feed a stray you are meaning to take to the pound just because you feel sorry that it's going to be euthanized when no one adopts it. One, you probably won't ever take it to the pound and two, it and it's buddies will sneak into your house when your roommate leaves the door open.
Haha. I heard a cat outside our house last night and it was mewing so pathetically I thought about putting some food out for it. Probably a good thing I didn't.
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