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Last night, I went to see David Sedaris. He was awesome. While walking home with Mary, we heard a cat crying and crying. We turned around to find it was following us. Mary went her way, and I carried on towards 83 Durant: so did the cat. She's very cute. But we're not a cat household. Little kitty was VERY eager to come inside, and Jake even went out to check on her. We shoo'ed her on her way (with a little help from Carter -- she clearly doesn't like dogs). And we thought we were done.

Oops.

This evening, we heard a plaintive meowing out back. Kitty had made her way around to our back porch (perhaps she spent the night there?) and was eager to join our family. Lucy was DELIGHTED to see her, and the two of them did seem to get on quite well. The poor cat is clearly a housecat -- very affectionate, and totally wants to jump into your arms. But she has no collar.

We fed her. I know we shouldn't have, but we did. She was clearly famished. We're planning to take her to the Lowell Humane Society on Monday if she's still around. She's very sweet, but we just aren't a cat house.
While we were downstairs entertaining this little creature, our actual pet, Carter, was upstairs. Alone. With a table of cheese. Yup. It seems he got himself a nice hunk of smoked gouda for his patience. Carter: smoked gouda; Cat: canned tuna; Humans: we are suckers.