I had a midnight visitor last night to keep me company. The crying was annoying, and finally I took pity on this poor creature and checked to see if it was dying. Well, it wasn't. It's not. If it keeps meowing and climbing across all of the papers on my desk and knocking things over, it might be seeing that stage of it's life very soon. At least this kitty doesn't bite me when I pet her, though (cruel Alice!). She's got a number on her tag, but is it a good or bad sign when the number is traced to a business rather than a home?
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In case you were concerned, the kitty lives. Turns out the number was real and she belonged to a guy who owns a Taekwondo place. He's out of town, so who know how she got loose. But, she's in the good hands of his employees now.
Hurray, the kitty is returned. Now we can visit with little or no sneezing due to allergies. Thank you Taekwondo employees.
All nighters - ooo... not good. Common they're grad classes. :-)
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