our cat...maybe.
last night, a bunch of pals gathered in our living room. this is common.
also common- they come in through the kitchen window via our fire escape.
it's like something out of "clarissa explains it all."
anyway, last night when they left, someone forgot to close the window behind them.
lucy, our cat, is in heat.
needless to say, when we woke up this morning and noticed the window open, our cat did not come running.
BUT FEAR NOT.
because this precious little kitty (who pees on LITERALLY everything that we own. even on our stove. and in my purse. ugh.) comes when i call her.
so i sat on the fire escape with a can of tuna and called "lulululululu! lucy goosey! lucina! lucy my kitty!" etc. and very soon a tiny little black head popped up from a corner of the roof extension below us. she didn't come running, but poked a little paw up at me and disappeared again.
so, channeling my inner spidey, i scrambled down the fire escape ladders and made my way onto the roof extension and tiptoed to the corner with the hole where i saw my precious babycat.
she was stuck.
and i saved her.
i saved that little whore. (excuse my french, but she did sneak out through the window to get laid by multiple tomcats.)
and i carried her to safety.
she is now skulking around the apartment all bewildered-like, soaked in flea and tick repellent. her belly is full of tuna.
and her uterus is probably full of babies.
anyone want a kitten?
Why don't you guys get her fixed?!?
BECAUSE IT COSTS A ZILLION DOLLARS HERE. and maybe i want kittens. but shh, don't tell. i'm supposed to be outraged.