Meow...meow...meow...
Saturday had an interesting twist to it. I stumbled into the living room at about 6 AM and was greeted with the sound of a cat meowing on the balcony. I opened the front door to look and there was a cute little kitty cat. She was a youngster, just beyond the kitten stage, but not full grown. She slipped into my apartment and made herself t' home. I didn't have the heart to toss her back outside, so I just went back to my room to doze through the Saturday morning cartoons, figuring I would deal with her later.

She meowed inquisitively for a while as she explored, walking around and jumping up on the furniture and knocking things over. Eventually she found a space in the closet that she liked, and would come out to say hi now and then. Later that morning I made a flyer and posted a few copies around the complex. I went to the store and got some food (and kitty litter just in case). I only got one call during the day, but we didn't seem to be talking about the same kitten. The lady said she would stop by to take a look, but she never showed. By Saturday evening I had pretty much decided I had a cat. Then my phone rang and it was a young girl, undoubtedly the owner. She sent Mom over to collect "Jinxie", who leapt from her arms back into my apartment. Alas, she could not stay and home she went.

It added a nice touch to the day; I felt that "good deed" glow knowing the girl would be happy that Jinxie made it home, and it was cool to have a living creature (besides my brother) hanging around for a while.