One, there was no cat flap for her to get outside and I didn’t want one installed since it was a temporary arrangement. Two, I did not keep regular hours to come back and feed her and let her out at the same time each day. And three, once out in the garden, how could I ensure that she didn’t run away, or get lost, or run over, or kidnapped? Look, Carl said, I live on the fourth floor, there’s no cat flap because there’s no outside, and I don’t keep regular hours either. You just change her water and put her food down in the mornings: done. I’ll bring the litter tray and a sack of litter: done. She never misses, but we could lay the tray on newspaper just in case. Charming, I said, already regretting the arrangement. I’ll empty the tray and change the litter every time I’m at yours, which is almost every night, isn’t it? Done. Sorted. No problem. His chirpiness was making my heart heavy. Well, what about letting her go outside?
