I walked a cat down 13 floors just now (okay 12, since my floor isn't counted I guess) because it was looking so bewildered, refused to get into the lift and I couldn't carry it in either so the best thing I could do was to coax and cajole it down all the way to the 1st floor. Along the way it stopped at various floors to flex its claws on bicycle tyres - I think I'm naming it Rubber.
I felt so bad when I finally reached the void deck once again and it stopped at the 2nd last step down and looked betrayed - hey I can't bring you home, I'd get kicked out together with you!
This little incident has made me wonder if I should restart my cat feeding habit. Hmm.
