The other night I was picking up a few items in a nearly deserted supermarket. At one point I rounded a corner and espied a handsome orange cat halfway down the cereal aisle. He was milling around aimlessly under the Lucky Charms until he saw me, and then trotted to my side and began mewing for pets.
After ponying up, I sought out a cashier. “Excuse me,” I said, “but did you know there’s a cat in your grocery store?”
“Yes,” she sighed. “That’s Toby.”
“Is he lost?” I asked.
“No, his house is nearby,” she explained. “But he sneaks into the store on weekend evenings and just kind of hangs out.”
Awwwww yeah. Cattin’ around on a Saturday night.