Janet grabbed the keys out of her mailbox and walked upstairs to Nick’s apartment. She attempted to put the key with the red jacket into the deadbolt lock before realizing that one was for the knob. She unlocked the knob, then switched to the green key for the deadbolt.
Green equal deadbolt. Red knob. If the knob is red, there’s a fire and green then you’re dead? Janet was having trouble creating a mnemonic device for Nick’s keys and resigned herself to a fate of always choosing the wrong one first. Sometimes it feels like my entire life is a USB port.
Janet entered the apartment, and walked toward the kitchen. She grabbed a bag of food from the pantry and poured it into an empty bowl on the floor. She grabbed a second empty bowl off the floor and brought it to the sink.
“You licked it dry, huh Sahlen?” Janet asked aloud. She spun around. Huh. No cat.
Janet checked the litter box and deemed it “clean enough” for the night. Still no sign of Sahlen.
Janet watered the plants, turned a few lights on, turned a few lights off, but still no sign of the cat.
She was about to leave the apartment when she felt something fall on her shoulder. Nick will be pissed if 6A is leaking again. She looked up to see Sahlen the cat crawling on the ceiling, its fur slimy with purplish ooze.
“I’m gonna check back in with you tomorrow, kitty.”