I'm not a cat-napper...am I?
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I met my neighbor's cat, LB, five years ago when I moved into my first house. LB was very friendly, so much so that she began coming into my house. I started buying her stuff. Food. Litter box. A collar. Eventually, she moved in. Six months ago I moved again. I wasn't sure if I should take LB, but she'd become my baby. My neighbor knew LB lived with me and when she found out I was moving, was worried that LB would be left behind. Of course I took LB with me. Did I steal her away from my neighbor? Maybe. I prefer to think she chose to move in with me. LB is spectacularly happy...and isn't that what really counts anyway?
Mice, actually. First we heard squeaking in the bedroom, then one ran across my foot in the kitchen. One was even hanging on the wall in the bathroom (and fell conveniently into the toilet). I called the exterminator right away as mice are not my friends. He found no signs of an infestation. Perplexed, I was! They must have started coming in through a small hole in the floor and had been...taken care of...as soon as they arrived...hence no droppings around the house. We plugged up the hole with steel wool and voila...no more mice. A few months later...more mice!! What was happening? They were always alive, so it couldn't have been LB, our cat. Or could it? One evening, we noticed LB had something in her mouth. "No!!," we cried, "Don't let go of that mouse!" Too late. She let it go in the living room. She had been brining in the mice through her kitty-door and letting them go, alive, in the house...to play with later I suppose. We spent the rest of the evening looking for and shooing the mouse out of the house. LB lost her kitty-door privileges after that.
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