My husband came home one day totally knackered.
"I could use a shot of whiskey!" he sighed and walked to the bedroom to change his clothes.
"Honey! Will you come here and close the door behind you - don't let the cats in!" he suddenly said.
I did as asked and he pointed through the balcony window. A cat was standing on the railing. And it wasn't ours.
I opened the balcony door and the balcony glazing, careful not to frighten the cat so it would not fall, as we live quite high. It jumped down safely on the balcony floor.
"That has to be from our next door neighbour," my husband said.
Careful not to alert our cats to the presence of the strange cat (as that would have caused quite a mayhem) I lured them to the bathroom with the help of kitty munchies and closed the door. I then went to ring the doorbell of the next apartment. Our neighbour, a young man, opened.
"I think you are missing something. Do you perhaps have a cat?" I asked.
"Yes, it is in the balcony," the young man said.
"Yes it is. In our balcony."
He followed me to our apartment and sure enough the cat was his. He lifted it up and promised to make sure the cat would not escape again.
"What's the name of your cat?" my husband asked.
"Whiskey," the neighbour answered and walked away.
I burst into laughter.
"There you see - be careful what you ask for. You might just get it!"
Hubby dearest had to agree.