I could see the cat was definitely on the steps. Still on the steps, 20 minutes after Carl’s call. This was strange; Amy loved the cat. The cat was declawed, the cat was never let outside, never ever, because the cat … was sweet, but extremely stupid. … Amy knew she’d never see the cat again if he ever got out. The cat would waddle straight into the Mississippi River, “deedlie-dum,” and float all the way to the Gulf of Mexico into the maw of a hungry bull shark. But it turned out, the cat wasn’t even smart enough to get past the steps.



