And so. Our favorite neighborhood yardstalker is found out. S/He is a kept kitty!
How do I know? Because I heard crying that only a wet, unhappy feline can make….. And naturally, Zoe lost her mind & ran (okay, tottered) to the window. What to our wondering eyes should appear:
But a damp MC, trying to get inside a neighbor’s upstairs window! (Yeah, tried to make that rhyme. Failed and then buggered it.)
Oh, Midnight Crapper. Is it that those folks take pity on you, or have you lived there all along, coming outside in the dark of night?
Only the Crapper knows…. *cue ominous music*