Not To Be Trusted With Knives

{September 10, 2008}   My Pretend Cat

Last night while staying up late to do some work, I noticed this cute little face staring in my kitchen window:

(S)he’s much cuter without the glowing demon eyes, btw.

And, if you can believe it, this kitty stayed outside my kitchen window, meowing, for several hours.  Until I went to bed, in fact, and I have no idea how long (s)he stayed there after I’d turned out the lights and crawled under the covers (I could still hear him/her meowing, but I was exhausted and fell asleep pretty much instantly.

I totally wanted to let her in and pretend she was *my* very own kitty, but the screen on my window doesn’t open. I mean, I suppose I could have gone around to the door to let her in, but (a) is it wise to let stray cats into one’s apartment? and (b) I didn’t think (s)he’d understand me when I told her/him to go around to the other side of the house.

Such a cute kitty.  This isn’t the first time (s)he’s appeared at my window to meow at me (the other time I did go outside, but she’d run away before I got around to where she’d been).  I need to give him/her a name.

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