Other than the regular alien abduction and prerequisite probing, day three of house/pet-sitting for Heather brought no surprises. No cats disappeared, no birds flew away, no FBI agent knocked on the door, no two-foot wide tarantula crawled out from the fireplace, and no neighbor came over to “borrow a cup of sugar” from this virile and available young man. (Insert vomit here.) None of that happened this time.
For the short time that Gordon and Theo were actually at the house, they did what cats do best.