One night, I woke up and thought there was someone in my room. I was confused because I knew that I had locked the door. Then the cat darted by my head. It had jumped through the window. When I awoke in the morning, I thought it had been a dream, but alas, there were cat pawprints on my black suitcase.
Another morning, the cat tried a new attempt--climbing up the wall and squeezing through the tiny gap at the top. It couldn't fit, so it tried to bite the wood to widen the hole. To be fair, the cat had been locked in that room for over four hours and was very hungry.
4 comments:
Greta,
I love your stories. I don't envy the bug bites, but it sounds like you're having a good experience. I miss you like crazy friend. Hope you keep having a good time and don't by any means let that cat win.
-minda
Greta, you are hilarious. i just read your blogs from the last 3 times. i'm used to you not writing much but i guess now i should check it more often. anyway, keep up the good work!! :) uh oh, exclamation points and a smiley! right. ok, i'm praying for you. and happy late birthday.
uncle shannon
Greta--
You really do tell wonderful stories!
How's life at the clinic? And how is the research going?
Laurie
Dearest Greta,
Sara and I are done with cat. We love the cat, but we're done with it. Is there anything else going on in cambodia? :0)
Sincerly,
Sara and Minda
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