Due to some nonsense and tomfoolery related to my apartment door lock, I spent some time on the phone with a building maintenance worker trying to solve my problem. The problem was this: when I unlocked my door upon returning home this evening, I was unable to remove the key from the lock.
While talking me through some amateur locksmithing on the phone, I had to excuse myself to retrieve Septimus, who, finding the apartment door open, made a run for it down the hallway. I’m not sure where he thought he was going, but he was certainly determined to get there. As it happens, the maintenance guy I was talking to had been in my apartment earlier that day while I was gone; he repaired my cranky thermostat and thus coaxed my recalcitrant air conditioner back to life.
When I asked him to please hold so I could go chase my cat, he said, “That big fat white cat?”
I said, “Yes, that’s the one.”
“He was a nice cat,” he said. “He was friendly to me when I was there today. He made funny squeaking noises.”
“Yes,” I replied. “He just has some things to say sometimes.”
If he thinks Septie is a big fat white cat, I’d hate to hear how he’d describe Moby!
ha, that is so funny. The question is, did you get the key out of your lock and retrieve septie? I bet she does has some things to talk about!
I did get my key out of the lock! But now my lock is broken. I can lock the door from the outside, but I can’t unlock it. This means that I am trapped at home today until they can change the lock tomorrow. Lucky me!