I don’t doubt it. I knew some people years ago who had a pet raccoon. It learned to unlock its kennel and tore the house up one day when they were out.
I feet pretty certain that Tommy’s and Sophie’s people are glad that their precious kitties live on in the strip. If not, Georgia would have found a way to gently let them disappear from the BCN universe.
You did a good thing. When I found Tucker at a convenience store almost 17 years ago, my conscience made me go back to the store and post a “found” sign just in case someone was looking for him. But one of the girls at the store told me he’d been hanging around there for about a month. He wasn’t starved because people would give him pieces of “broasted” chicken from the store, but Tuck was obviously visually impaired and had no business being outside at all. The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that if he did belong to someone, they were horribly neglectful and did not deserve to have him back. After a couple of days, I went back and took the sign down, and I’ve never had a second of guilt about it. You shouldn’t, either.
I read somewhere that if you can’t get to sleep, one hour of just lying at rest is approximately equal to 20 minutes of sleep. Better than nothing, I guess. One night last week it was after 6 a.m. when I finally nodded off, and I got up at 9:30 because there were several errands to be run. Who said retirement is relaxing?
Partner is always trying to get me to take Ambien, or even half a tablet, because I have such trouble getting to sleep, just cannot get comfortable. But given that one of the side effects can be walking, eating, or driving while “asleep”, I will pass, especially given my recent fall while apparently sleepwalking. With his poor hearing and CPAP, he would not likely hear me stirring around (he only woke up after the sleepwalking fall because of the loud “OWWW” and subsequent cussing).
Maybe we can get Ozzy to send Robert to the catnapper woman…