The right thing to do didn't come to me in a timely manner yesterday.

Walking in the town square, my curiousity finally got the best of me and I
walked into an office where I have always seen a sign on the door saying
"Don't let the cats out, no matter what they tell you." Last time I walked
past, I actually saw two cats through the glass front, but didn't have time
to stop in. This time, I just had to meet them!

Buddy is a very big and very friendly orange tabby male with white legs,
chest, neck and belly, and a pink nose. His ladyfriend, O.C., a sweet little
tortie, was curled up in a kitty bed. Their slave came into the reception
area and I explained to her that I was only there because I could no longer
contain my desire to meet the four-legged office managers.

Both kitties were rescues. O.C.'s story is particularly sad. I said to the
kindly woman, "Oh, so you're a cat saver too!" And she then revealed that
she and her mother share their home with 35 cats!!!

The right thing to do, of course, was to tell her about this NG. I will do
it next time.