Cecil B. DeCat

I came home for lunch today, since one of my afternoon classes is halfway between the base and my place. The door to apartment 416 was open and there was a desk fan sitting in the opening, pointed at the floor. Out stepped a girl. "Hi, neighbor!" "What happened?" I asked. "I'm trying to clean my carpet."

I didn't press the matter. We exchanged names and pleasantries, even though she was wearing a Purdue T-shirt. (I later found out she didn't go there, so it's okay.) Said I had to get a quick lunch down me, nice meeting her, t'ra.

Ate said lunch of leftovers. Walked out to get to class.

There's an orange tabby.

"Hi, cat."

Pet, pet, pe-

kkkkhHHHHHH!

"...okay! ... Adrian? ....This your cat?"

"Is he out there? ........ ...Cecil! What are you doing? Bad kitty! You climbed over a real high obstacle! Thank you, Dan."

"Sure."

Cecil: "Mrrrooorrrrr...."

Seems Cecil needs a girlfriend.