I'm not a very good burglar! Last night I couldn't get into Spanglemonkey's house with the key, which seemed to fit the lock but wouldn't turn. Should I go around to the dark, dark, spooky back of the house and try all the windows and the back door lock and have the neighbors shoot at me and call the cops? Why didn't I feed them earlier than 10:30 at night? Oh, misery. Cats unfed and unpetted on Christmas!
This morning I tried all the windows and took off a screen (ugh, sorry) while cursing Jo's diligent window-locking. Furtive chair-standing and tenative screwdriver/crowbarring... No. Not unless I"m going to completely destroy a windowsill. No, no, no. Finally... the key for the Nth time... it fits one back door lock but not the deadbolt... the front... well, before I break a window I could try THE PLIERS. Will the key break off in the lock!?
With my new plier-grip robot lobster claw superpowers I managed to get inside. Go, me!
The cats still had plenty of food and water. Milton is a very good cat. Betsy came out from under the bed with a lot of coaxing.
*giant sigh of relief*
Oh man! Jeez louise! There is another spare key on the huge white cabinet, with the canada key ring. Maybe that one will be easier? Thanks dude...
Posted by: Jo | December 26, 2004 at 05:54 PM