i know it should be that darn cat.

damn doesn’t begin to describe so i’ll rant a bit.

so this weird door to door salesman came by today and i opened up the door, and talked to him, and closed it. surely my cat couldn’t have run outside during those two or three seconds, could she?

well i went back to work in my room, i noticed… i haven’t heard from her. i leave my door open so she can roam around the house. my roommate came home, and i asked if he’d seen my cat. we did a full sweep of the house, every corner, every room. every couch. nope, nothing.

mind y0u, it’s rainy, dark, and probably 30s outside. and my cat is black. doesn’t help the sitaution much. my roommate first went out cause i had to go back to work. i said a small prayer, realizing He’s in control in the midst of my frustration, anger, and urge to commit feline-icide if i find her.

i get a phone call a minute later and he said he found her wandering around the bushes in front of our house. it took a good 10-15 minutes of chasing her and baiting her as well as using flashlights to finally forcefully get her in the house.

that. damn. cat.