While I was typing the last post this morning, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Since it was early in the morning and nobody else was up, this startled me. I looked down, and there was a fucking cat. Mind you, we don’t own a cat.
I chased it without thinking and it ran upstairs and into my bedroom. I then chased it back downstairs, being sure to shut the doors to the bedroom and bathroom. The cat beat me downstairs, and with that, disappeared.
I’m assuming it came in through the basement. The door to the basement was cracked open the whole time, and when I first spotted the cat, I was sitting right next to this door. There must be a hole down there that it got in through and consequently escaped through.
I hate that cat. It’s the same mother fucker that always sits on my car right after I wash it.
