Just as I was in the middle of telling Bill a tale from the day’s SCU Alumni Chapter Workshop, I opened the front door to unload more stuff from my car, and there was Critter.
Critter also goes by Untitled and has clearly been missing out on human love lately. I suspect she’s deaf, because she didn’t react at all to my signature 5.6 Richter scale sneeze. We’re reporting her to the humane society tomorrow morning. We know not to get our hopes up. The last time we stole a senile cat was one of the last times we ever saw that cat. RIP, Mishka!
Considering that I’m flying out for WWD MAGIC tomorrow and I still haven’t recapped all of my last trip to Vegas two weeks ago, this is about as close to a live blog as I can get. Timely posts are simply a thing of the past, because, well, stray cats happen.