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Feeding the cat

I am ‘looking after’ a neighbour’s cat whilst they are on holiday.  So far, I have not seen any evidence of said cat, which is a bit of a worry.  On Monday, when I was in there doing my duties, someone knocked on the door.  A young man, quite good looking, slightly earnest.  I can’t remember what his opening gambit was but I quickly replied, oh, I don’t live here (meaning don’t try and sell me something).

He looked at me quizzically, so I qualified with, I am just feeding the cat.

Oh that’s a good one, he said.  I’ve not heard that before…

It would have been quite marvellous if he’d knocked at my actual house when he was working the other side of the street and I would have taken great delight in repeating the line at my own front door, but when I got in, he had already been.

Clearly, he’d not been reading the signs…

Ok, it is in a posher part of town, but still