Fifi's big adventure

So, we took the cat back to the vet yesterday, and she thanked us by exploring the neighborhood rooftops while we watched Lady Killers.

Once we realized she was gone, we paused the movie and hatched a variety of schemes, most of them involving me going out windows or stepping out onto roofs. (Rooves? No, I guess we'll stick with roofs.)

I did actually try the roof thing, but by then the cat had jumped down into someplace where she couldn't...well, we weren't sure, but we were pretty sure she was in the landlady's stairwell.

In the morning, we asked someone to look, but there were no cats in the stairwell. And then Bob walked into his place, and guess who was on the couch?

She's spent the day in recuperative slumber, and I'm hoping she'll be none the worse for wear once she's had some time to recover from the long jumps that we believe were involved.

In other news, I inadvertently opened up a second Gmail tab today, and the two tabs offered differing weather reports. I am so disillusioned.