otto von bismarck

not my cat

On my way to the bathroom this morning, with my eyes half closed, I was surprised by a cat sitting on my window ledge. For a second I thought that somehow Otto got out and was trying to get back in.  That, however, wasn’t the case, as Otto was making love to his favorite carpet. Don’t ask.

Anyways, this is my neighbor’s cat. What she’s doing outside, I don’t know. If she’s still there when I go home at lunch, I will let Otto loose on her.