I once lived with roommates. One evening I got home from work and one of them had let a stray cat in and they were feeding it my sardines. I wasn't happy about the sardines but, what made me more upset is that I am usually really allergic to cats. I let it go and the cat stayed. He got a name, Cortez named after a Neil Young song or something. I didn't seem to be allergic to him, this happened one other time in my life with another cat. Cortez slept in my dirty laundry and wanted to be left out every morning for his rounds or whatever and then would come back at night to hang out. I don't know what happened to Cortez one day he didn't come back. I spoke for a few years with the roommates and even lived at different places with them. We soon parted ways as all things do in my life. Nothing seems to ever last, friendships, women, jobs, most things. Who knows the outcome of my life...This one goes out to all the people of that time and Cortez. May the Force be with you...assholes!