Catsitting, Episode 2: Attack of the Cats

So my mother is off to visit relatives for a week, leaving me her car as of today. I go from having no car to having 2 (3 if you count the car in Doug and Lisa's garage, which is supposedly off limits, but which I have used to engage in capers and hijinx ala Ferris Bueller). No cars to 2 cars - when it rains it pours. 'cept, it's not raining. It's definitely not raining cars. And thank god it's not raining men. Yes, truly, I should be counting my blessing, among them, that there are no scattered remains of men and car parts strewn about the streets due to a heavy car-man storm.

Double irony - my relatives are from Carman, Manitoba. I also hear they get a lot of rain.