Ilsa and Scott are catsitting for me this weekend while I make the trek back to Tennessee.
Catsitters in the Past Year, Chronologically by Season:
- Spring: She could not unlock the door to the building.
- Early Summer: When I asked about the resin I found on the tv remote, she claimed it had attached itself to her hours before at another location.
- Late Summer: She and the cat are besties. She moved to New York weeks later.
I just gave my spare key to this girl. Am I tempting fate?