Jason went home and started the house search for the cat. He looked in some of the usual spots where our cat sleeps the day away, and couldn't find him. After a moment of panic, he found Kramer in Sheffield's bed, waking up from what I'm sure was a lovely nap. Yawning, stretching, and being cursed at by Jason.
With Kramer safely inside, Jason went across the street to find the neighbor lady who called the cops on a random cat. She was looking around her front steps and here's the conversation...
Jason: "Is it still under there?"
Lady: "Is what still under there?"
Jason: "Um, the cat you called the police on."
Lady: "Ohhh, that was in the back. And it's long gone."
Thank goodness for every crazy neighbor, there's a great neighbor. And thank goodness it's only Tuesday and I have 4 more days in this week to continue the Zielinski Family Circus.
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