So there we were, sitting on the couch watching shows. Kev was plugged into his laptop and I was plowing through season two of "Gilmore Girls." Maddie was curled up next to me under a blanket. Aspen had been asleep for a couple of hours. Sunday night at its finest, right there.
Then, suddenly, I saw it. Walking right across the living room floor like it owned the place. A cat.
Guess what. We (still) don't have a cat.
I was so startled I just sat straight up and said, "THERE'S A CAT IN THE HOUSE." Kev took off his headphones and we watched the cat scoot around the corner into the dining room. Kev hissed at it and I held Maddie for a second to give the cat time to run back out the dog door. As soon as she could, Maddie lit off the couch and proceeded to bark the cat out of the yard. She then spent the next ten minutes sniffing every square inch of the house to discover where the cat had tread.
She's really starting to lose her street cred around here. At least last time a strange cat found its way into the house she was the first to find it.
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