Latter Day Sinner

Last night I was having trouble sleeping so I got up and went downstairs for a melatonin. On the landing was Magic. In the living room was Cosmos. In the office was Magic. Wait what? There were three black cats. I didn’t believe my eyes. I could clearly see that one of the cats was not Magic after all. I woke Stephanie up to verify that we had three black cats in the house and not the appropriate two. She confirmed the third cat and we noticed a neon green flee collar on the one on the landing. It had a big scratch on it’s nose which might have been from Magic and might have been from whatever drove her to the house. The working theory is that our youngest son Ben saw a black cat in front of the house, thought it was ours, and made it come in. I didn’t really want to send the poor creature back out into the night, but Stephanie insisted so we did. I hope it’s okay. Perhaps we will never know.