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In spite of increasing fatigue and a very sore back, I just got dressed again and went up and down the back stairwell (which is in the open air) looking for a cat that I heard yowling somewhere down below.
In -45 degree Celcius windchill. With an itty-bitty keychain flashlight, because the stairs aren't lit and none of our big flashlights seem to be working at the moment.
I have no brain. >.< But I also found no cat. Perhaps it belonged to someone in the block, and the yowls I heard were its "Let me in!" cry.
Still. Anyone who'd let a cat out in this weather is either crazy or just plain stupid.
In -45 degree Celcius windchill. With an itty-bitty keychain flashlight, because the stairs aren't lit and none of our big flashlights seem to be working at the moment.
I have no brain. >.< But I also found no cat. Perhaps it belonged to someone in the block, and the yowls I heard were its "Let me in!" cry.
Still. Anyone who'd let a cat out in this weather is either crazy or just plain stupid.
