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Socks

September 15, 2010
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So, as soon as we moved in, this cat started hanging around the front and back doors, or perching on the washing machine, STARING at me. She’s super cute. And I like cats, but I wasn’t buying what she was selling. There’s plenty for a feral cat to eat around here, right?

Yeah, well. Two weeks later I’m at the neighbors’ for a birthday party and I find out that this isn’t just any opportunistic feral cat. The cat is named Socks, and has been fed by three sets of tenants in this apartment before us, so no wonder she was staring at me like I’m an idiot. Anne, my neighbor, gave me some cat food on the spot. I mean, I’m not going to be the jerk who doesn’t feed the cat who’s a more recognizable member of the community than I am.

And then she freaked me out by not showing up for an entire week. But I guess we sort of have a cat. Occasionally.

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