Inspection??

We had an inspection last night, it's true. Someone came into the apartment, took one look, deemed it proper, and walked right back out.

Um... That someone might have had four legs, fur, and a big fluffy tail.

Yep.

Our house was inpsected by a cat.

There are these feral cats that live on campus that have been here for ages, people say. There are two that hang around our particular part of the apartments. One of them is preggers and will be having kittens soon, and last night, we opened our door to let Abby's mom leave and this one was just standing at the door waiting to be let in.


He (was it a he? I don't know.) sauntered past our legs and walked into Abby's room. He tried to walk into my room, but we wouldn't let him. He even walked into the bathroom.

(I can just hear him saying, "You call this clean?")

And then his business must have been done because he turned his little cat tail and sauntered back out of the apartment.


(Though he did try and come back in once. Abby picked him up and deposited him downstairs so he could go on his merry way.


"Hullo, Cat!"

(I hope he doesn't come back and inspect again. He was a pretty tough critic.)