How is that word spelled, anyway?
The culprit is Mrs. Ruffles, a yellow tabby sort of cat that belongs to a lady upstairs, but is often left outside. I've learned to watch for her when I leave the door open, but she usually darts in and right back out.
My next door neighbor said she was going crazy in here and they called the maintenance people to come open the door. You'd think someone could of left a note.
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