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[tamara_russo]

Remember this post? Well, I came home last night to meet my neighbor, who said she saw a little cat walking around our house. While we were talking (and her soon-to-be-horse-of-a-dog tried to eat my hands) a small cat comes into view, two and a half or three months old. I take a look at it, and say "Hey! it's our kitten! How the hell did he manage to get out of the storage-room? But then again, he was trying to jump at the window [something the older cats do all the time to get to the yard] since the first day we put him there". So I tried to catch the little thing, but was unsuccessful. After walking up to our apartment and putting all my stuff there, I grabbed my sister (who was visiting with Eyal), and we both went down to try to grab him. After a few minutes of searching he came into view, and after a few more minutes of my sister making "pssssss" sounds, she managed to grab him by the back of his head, and we both placed him in the other storage room with one of the cats from the last time, a room he couldn't get out of because the window is closed (it's closed because if the cats get out at their age they are more prone to getting hit by a car), and we returned, happy and relieved, to the apartment.

This morning my mom goes down to feed the cats, and walks into the storage room in which the older cats are. A small "miaw" makes her realize the small cat we caught last night escaped again as is now back where he belonged. She gave them food and walked up to the other storage room... To find two kittens... We caught an entirely different cat last night!!!!! So now we have three small cats, and they will probably have a home with out gardener, a thing I'm happy about (because they won't be in the streets) and sad about (because they won't be here).

A good laugh after a very strange and busy week.

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