Dear Diary, yesterday was so tiring. I had to lie to Samantha to get a cat safe from her clutches. She decided against wanting to keep a cat safe until the owner was found and thought she would put the cat to sleep instead because ‘it wasn’t getting along with the animals in her household’. I only found out the night before and offered help but it was refused. So I had to think up some other way to get the cat safe.
I decided the only way this was going to happen was to find someone not involved and get them to pretend that the cat belonged to them. I gave all of the information to this third-party and wham! It worked!
However, the third-party didn’t drive, so I was the one to go and pick up the cat from her to take ‘back home’. My heart was racing, I felt sick and when I got there I was grilled at who the owner was and how she knew that the cat belonged to her. I had to think quick on my feet, I couldn’t slip up, I had to get this cat safe.
Finally, after a lot of questions and quizzing, I placed the cat in the basket, put the cat in the back of my car, let out a sigh and headed to safety. Job done!