We eat at China Star Buffet. I would have gone for DaVinci’s, of course, but for some reason, they were closed. Shop at Target for cheapo kitty toys and such, come back to my place to say hi to Morla and drop off my stuff I don’t need to go get the kitties. As we’re taking the new cat litter out of his trunk and putting a loaner bit of Feline Pine in his, Greg accidentally shuts the trunk. Larry’s keys are in the trunk. After trying coat hangers unsuccessfully and calling my brother, we 411 a 24 hour locksmith. While we’re waiting, I fill up the cat box with the much anticipated cat litter. Joy of joys, Taj uses it within two minutes, Morla following suit 10 minutes later. I praised the crap out of her, and thanked whatever God might exist. The locksmith shows up and jimmies the lock open in under 15 seconds, and we grab the keys from the trunk. Off we go for kitties! They looked happy to see us again, and certainly were vocal. Plopping them in the carrier, Larry took me home, and drove back to Atlanta. Larry ended up with the black boy with white feet and a tabby boy. Greg took home the little grey girl. I think he should name her Nermal.
It's a street in a strange world.