gah. again.
Sep. 25th, 2002 05:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishCame home from Modern Poetry (aka "Dr Scigaj rushes through TS Eliot because he (Scigaj, not Eliot) was sick Monday, and God forbid we cut something he likes") to find the door slightly open.
Located two cats pretty quickly, but there was no sign of Atticus.
So I scrawled a message on the fridgeboard and went tromping around in the woods for 45 minutes.
He turned up when Lisa came home, in the front yard.
Gah.
Located two cats pretty quickly, but there was no sign of Atticus.
So I scrawled a message on the fridgeboard and went tromping around in the woods for 45 minutes.
He turned up when Lisa came home, in the front yard.
Gah.