He arrived at my apartment to find a puzzled Brigid, who expected me instead. Her initial friendliness turned to suspicion and she ran under the bed. No problem, time for the towel trick. He wrapped his right hand, knelt down braced by his left hand, and reached for her with his wrapped right hand. Brigid is not a stupid dog. Why go for a covered hand when an uncovered one is available? She bit his left hand.

The third balcony from the top is Lorre's. To the right you can see part of the row of sunshades used by Sangeeth to reach her balcony.

    Giving in to necessity, Sangeeth decided to feed the animals and leave it at that for the day. I had left the cat bowl on a ledge, but Sangeeth didn't know whether he was supposed to leave it there or put it on the floor. He put it on the floor. In the canine scheme of things, cat food ranks higher than dog food, although both rank below human food. Brigid promptly downed the cat food. That clarified the bowl-on-ledge logic.

    The second day Brigid was equally recalcitrant, and Sangeeth contented himself with cleaning up the dog poop and feeding the animals.

    The third day he returned with Nimesh. It had been a long day at work, and they arrived at my apartment about 4 am. My security guard eyed them with suspicion but didn't stop them from entering the apartment.

    There was no dog. Anywhere. Where could it have gone? The only thing open was a balcony door that had a grill with openings large enough to allow the cat to go back and forth to the balcony, where the litter box was located, but not large