Jabba the Hutt died last Wednesday. Last night, over a week later, someone finally came by and got his cat.
That's right. The landlord, Jabba's son, who knew he had a pet cat, left it all by itself for over a week. Nice guy.
Because it was an indoor/outdoor cat, Jabba sometimes left his bathroom window open so the cat could go in and out. Luckily, the window was open when Jabba keeled over, so that I and the guys downstairs could leave food and water for the cat on the windowsill. I hate to think what would have happened otherwise.
I just don't understand some people. Although, the past week was probably like a vacation for that poor cat - no more LOUD NOISE and chain-smoking owner.
I wonder what will happen to her now.