This was the third housesitting experience for me in Cheryl and Jeff's house. I think that things went the most smoothly this time, being as I am the highly-polished zen master of such things. It was always a comedy of errors though, I being a dog person sitting two or three cats with varying levels of success. While similar in many regards to dogs, cats very much do not behave in what I feel is the "correct" manner, despite many efforts to bend them to my will.
I decided that I should keep a journal of all the cats comings and goings, so that nobody would think that I had been the one smashing things up while I was there. I originally intended this to be just for Cheryl and Jeff, but there was some external clambor for this, so here it is. It all started with...
I'm not sure to what end I begin this. Its always nice to be informed of how your pets have been when one is away, and perhaps this is a larger form of the letter I left for Cheryl last year. Perhaps it will explain where those treasured belongings went off to. Perhaps it will explain why there are three dead cats and one dead human, all lying in a pool of congealing blood on the floor. It is this latter scenario which, although unlikely, is always the one when people ask, "What the hell happened here?" Perhaps this will explain.