Here's how things go:
On the day that you're running late to get to a meeting, you will see an indescribable, unidentifiable, unmentionable something or part of what used to be something, left by your cat in the middle of your front walk. And because you are dressed rather nicely, and you're running late, you don't stop to clean up this something. When you come home three hours later, that something will still be on your front walk - only now, because it's a hot day, it will have attracted a boatload of flies. You'll mutter under your breath as you walk up to your front door, thinking to yourself that cleaning this mess will be particularly gross. And that's when you'll see it. The business card stuck in your front door - telling you that a friend of your family has stopped by. Then you'll realize that he had to step over the something on the way to your door, and then again on his way back to his car. You'll kick yourself for running late, for not taking care of it first thing, for even having a cat in the first place. But you'll go inside and blog about it first, because that's how things go.
If you're me, that is.
Lol. Suddenly makes me happy not to have a cat. My friends cat would catch mice (she lived in a dorm house, except of studying everyone was working. But for the rest it was pretty much the same) and then drop half of it dead into the bed of one of her house mates. Good thing he was understanding because about a year later he became her boyfriend. So sometimes cat do good when they do bad. Lol.
Maybe the friend of your family thought you didn't know about it? Maybe you can pretend it was left there after you went to work? Or just write a note on your door "bad cat might cause discomfort. Sorry".
Hope it wasn't too bad cleaning it up!!
Posted by: ijsbeer | September 05, 2007 at 06:50 PM
Send me the pic! And don't go to bed, you must stay up and help Andy beat Roger!!!!
Posted by: larahurley | September 05, 2007 at 10:42 PM