After much loud meowing, the man finally acquiesced, and allowed the cat out into the hall. She bounded out eagerly into the hallway...and stopped. She looked around. Looked to the end of the hallway, then around, then up at the ceiling, then back at the man, watching her expectantly from the open door.
Her gaze was reproachful, as if to say, "THIS is where you spend 8 hours a day? MAN are you LAME."
The cat turned tail and walked back into the apartment, and never meowed to be let out again.
Day to day thoughts, rants and mental detritus.