Moley.
I walked out yesterday to go to Dunkin ( free coffee, app points) and theres Moley, running up to me…almost tripped over her.
I said, I’ll will be back.
So I came back and there was Ollie, the cat wrangler on the side of the building, along with girl neighbor.
Someone had stuffed junk into the cat box and it was bent.
No I didn’t see, I am never by the narrow end of the building.
I wish I lived right there so I could watch.
The guy who lives right there started banging on the window and yelling.
People say he does this a lot, cat or no cats.
We come in and can hear him down the hall.
A lady calls the police as it disturbs the unhealthy lady across from him.
He wouldn’t answer the door.
So my neighbor says you know Moleys a female?
I said, I thought so! Her face just looks it.
She said, Ollie can’t tell.
I was right after all. Glad cats don’t mind being misgendered.
So Moles got her chicken.
Can you tell by looking at a cat, not closely, what sex it is?