Cat Central

I think my apartment has a sort of vibe being sent out from it, calling to all stray and cute cats, "Come here. Four girls live here! They will feed you tuna and be nice to you!"

This evening the second cat in as many months has turned up at our doorstep insisting that they live here. The first one was a very sweet little girl and was adopted by my roommate's study group partner. A few weeks later, he found the cat's owner and the poor guy was almost crying from relief of finding "China."

The newest refugee is a tiny little scamp of a cat, who loves bouncing (literally) off the walls and attacking its reflection in the mirror. She is very cute, but we already put up a sign looking for her owner. Its no fun to lose a pet. But she is certainly very confused. When I arrived home tonight, she was waiting at the door, begging to come in. My parents were up and they, along with my roommates, instantly started cooing, "Oh how cute!"

But I must go, our newest flatmate is jumping up and down on my bed while I type and nearly fell off once before. Don't want her getting hurt.