The Tale of Slippers the Cat, Part Two

[crowdog66]

About ten minutes ago I was sitting in front of the iMac, working on MM, when from outside the studio window (that is, on the fire escape), I heard: "Oh, fuck!"

Because the blinds were down, I couldn't see who was responsible for the exclamation, and so I ignore it -- until there was a knock on our back door.

When I opened the door, there was the lady from across the fire escape, with an embarassed smile. She'd come out onto the fire escape from the main apartment hallway, not realizing that the outside doors automatically lock. So I closed our back door, went outside our apartment and around, and let her in via the main hallway door again.

But when I re-entered our apartment, guess who I found wandering around in our own hallway?

That's right, Slippers. The little grey cat with the white feet that I "rescued" a few days ago.

After doing a double-take ("What the... how the hell... oh, when I opened the back door, right..."), I picked Slippers up (purring happily) and carried him down to apartment #11, where I presented him to his surprised owner. "How did he get all the way over there and into the building? I just put him out on our fire escape!"

*headdesk*

I resisted the urge to tell her that people who let their cats wander, especially in winter, are idiots in my book, and settled for suggesting that she might want to get a harness and a leash for him.

Apparently Slippers likes our back door. Enough to end up at it twice within the same week.

*headdesk again*

Comments

[eastpath.livejournal.com]

I would have told her exactly that... and made emphasis on the fact that she is a complete moron.

[elaryn.livejournal.com]

It seems that Slippers knows a nice place and nicer people when he sees them.

[cockatiel-art.livejournal.com]

D'OH! In WINTER? OUTSIDE? Kinda reminds me of the people who let the un neutered cat run around outside and then bitched when he 1) became less tame then 2) disappeared.

Idiots.