Socky.

i call our would-be cat Socky because as you can see, s/he has 4 white, cute socks on each paw. s/he hung out with me for a bit in the apartment this afternoon, then had to bid adieu. i was hoping/praying/wishing s/he was a stray, but when i didn't see her again, i came to the sad conclusion s/he was somebody's else.

thank you mr. stork for placing Socky on our doorstep today as my playmate.

[first, a drink of water for the thirsty Socky]

[then on to exploring the kitchen counter]

[ooh, a nice cupboard to hide in!]

[what nice furniture you have!]

[getting some fresh outdoor air on the balcony]

[curiosity is the cat. what's next door?, Socky asks]

[i think i'll use my high Acrobatics bonus and find out! *i seriously thought s/he would drop to her death when i saw this!*]

[the kitchen has a nice breeze blowing through it. i think i'll hunker down.]

[ah..i must be in heaven.]

[let me close my eyes just for a sec...]

[i had a swell day, miss lusa. see you next time!]