I recall once riding my motorcycle up the steps and parking in my room in
our apartment, first one on the right. Peter M's room had the window just to
the right of the entrance (not shown in the picture). There was
foul-tempered homicidal Siamese cat we called Froggy (after Froggy the
Gremlin), nobody knew where it came from. It would attack your throat while
you were sleeping, things like that (this happened to me one night, which is
when I learned: "Never Throw A Cat"). Well, when we left this place at the
end of the year, we tried to take Froggy with us, but Froggy was not having
it. I, for one, had my shirt (and chest) in shreds so we wound up leaving
Froggy in the apartment for somebody else to deal with. Apparently that did
not happen because for something like 15 years thereafter, whenever I walked
past this building, Froggy was sitting in the aforementioned window. I
would estimate that between 10 and 20 different tenants had the same
experience before Froggy finally went on to that big can of Figaro
Cat Tuna in the sky.
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