Bast dammit!

I went down to get the laundry a few minutes ago and found a cat sitting in front of the door to apartment #9, looking like he wanted to get in.

Knocking in the door produced no response, so I brought him up to our apartment. He's locked in the studio with us while Emmie and Mina worry in the hallway.

Dammit, what is it with me and stray/lost cats? I really can't afford to take the time today to play silly buggers looking for the owner. When I go down to get the next load of laundry in about 45 minutes I'll slip a "Have you lost your cat?" note under the door of apartment #9. If it's not theirs, the caretaker will just have to take care of it, whether that means finding the owner in the building or taking it down to the WHS (the darned cat has no ear tattoo). I'll be at a convention this weekend and won't be available to cat-sit, and I've already done my spent-40-dollars-getting-a-cat-to-the-WHS deed on behalf of the owners of the building.

Lost cat identified!

The lost cat DOES belong to the woman in suite #9, who apparently has had some trouble with an ex-boyfriend (involving a domestic disturbance and the police), at least according to our caretaker. And the cat has been in the public hallway twice this week, so the caretaker is going to have a talk with her about that.

Frankly, I don't much care what her personal story is as long as the cat is being properly cared for and is not in danger. Which is a concern right now, but I'm going to try to put that out of my mind. I have to get a lot of work done today and the cat adventure has definitely impacted my productivity.

Selfish? Yes. But at this moment, necessary. *throws random curses at people who can't care for their bloody animals properly...*

I called the building owner (since the caretaker isn't home right now) and he opened up #9 so that the cat could be put back inside. All's well that ends well. (I hope.)

( Oh, and here's a picture. )