The cat Next Door
September 20th 2010 21:00
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They say that some neighbours can make your life absolutely hell. I can relate to that which explains why I moved from my old building several years ago to a better neighbourhood. I have been in the same street ever since.
My new neighbours are quiet, thank God. Most nights I can hear the black cat that lives in one of the units of my floor miaowing. When it’s not miaowing I can hear the bell on its collar tinkling. Both sounds are like music to my ears. I get a thrill hearing the soft sounds through the walls.
The cat’s owner appears to be one of those people who want to be left alone – like me actually. While that is good in many ways, the bad part is that we have not gotten to know each other and hence, form a feline friendship.
My ex-neighbour was the opposite. I met her in the laundry one day, when she came up to me and started talking. I had heard through the grapevine she had some cats so naturally, I asked her how her cats were. She looked horrified and I realised I had – for the want of a better saying – let the cat out of the bag. She begged me not to say anything as she was afraid of being evicted. I said since the same landlord allowed other tenants to have dogs, I doubt she would have anything to worry about. Still, I kept her secret all these years.
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