azurelunatic | Update to the previous: books, cats

As I was taking a few pictures to try and better illustrate that the boxes were placed such that the door would not admit anything wider than the length of my foot, I was surprised by T. Bellatrix Housecat, who is considerably narrower than that measure.

Seeing her chance, she bounded through the door, behind the chair, and started snifsniffing about the lawn.

I seized up the first visible bag of cat treats and started bulling my way outward.

By the time I got the boxes variously shoved around, Escape Calico was no longer in immediate visual range, but had been in no hurry, as she was nosing at everything. I tossed some treats on the lawn. No response. A white butterfly flapped by, but (rounding the corner) she was too busy chewing a stalk of dried grass, almost to our neighbor's.

I scooped her up. She was not pleased.

alexseanchai was still in the shower.

I eeled back inside, as I hadn't brought my keys and the back door would be locked. We sat on the couch while I recovered my composure. "Let's all go to our rooms and do nothing," I paraphrased from the immortal I has a sweet potato and dropped her in the room and shut the door.

Not long after, Alex popped out of the shower. "Is there a reason the cat's in my room?"

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please observe that this transcript has been edited for clarity: what I actually said involved calling Thea Zoe and not realizing the mistake till I heard myself