Crazy But Able

Sometimes our cat gets lost in the apartment. No matter where we look, whether high or low, she just cannot be found. We used to think this was because she had found a really really good hiding place, but we think this no more. Peggy and I are convinced that what REALLY happens is that Steve Gigl sneaks into our house and steals our cat whenever he needs to make beer.

As proof, I submit this post, in which Steve claims a cat named “Kivrin” is sleeping in a box while Steve makes beer. But here’s an authentic picture of Meriska in our apartment; notice the grey color, the white streak up the side, and the white paws.

COINCIDENCE?!! We think not.

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