Things were getting pretty strage when I had a room mate I did not even know. It was like college all over again. My first room mate was a freshman football player who was only allowed to train with the team, but not play in the games. Believe me, I heard plenty about that subject. My second (and last real room mate) was a forein exchange student from Japan. He spoke little English, enjoyed wearing orange krocks, had Sponge Bob bed sheets, wore a fur lined sailor suite...and was a flaming homosexual.
I could not make up these facts if I tried.
I am reflecting on my two previous room mates as I look at this woman in my living room who I assume is living with me. I had explained to her many times she could not just leave the door open. The cats were indoor cats only, they never went outside, and they would not last long outside. This woman would listen and nod, and be very polite, but continued to leave the door open.
She must have cared about the cats though, Kevina and Shmuckleputz, because she designed and integrated an extremely complex set of strings across the open front door way, intended to keep my indoor cats inside.
The trouble was, I found, that the cats could still get outside. Now, I don't know if it was because of her intricate string maze they had to climb through, or because they had never been outside, but when they finally did get through the door and outside it literally scared the cats into another dimension.
The cats did not teleport anywhere, but rather, their alternate selves from another dimension were terrified into our dimension everytime the cat crossed the threshold.
The next thing I knew, there were eight Kevinas shivering with fear in my apartment, and four Shmuckleputz's hiding under the couch. It's strange that the first thing I thought was, "How am I going to feed all of these cats?"
Then I woke up.