The other day I was walking by the third floor corridor toward the only working water cooler in the building when I heard a really high pitched agonizingly painful MEOW !! Now there was only one creature I knew who could make a cat cry that bad (one which would make even the other cats go like,"Woah,dude!You've sound like horse taking a dump with a mammoth furball up his a-hole!"),and that was that nameless fat white cat that roamed about our insti all day,eating from dumpsters and knocking over paint bottles in the stationary store.Goes without saying,I didnt have much regard for him,though I did find painting his white butt black with poster paint a rather amusing pass time activity.
So I heard the cries and,well, I was curious as to where the meowing was coming from cos he was nowhere around.And after a few good minutes of looking around I gave up on him and left for the cooler.But spooky as it may sound the same thing happened the following day and the next.I was beginning to wonder if the cat was getting some kick out of this whole invisibility trick.I even joked to my friend that the bastard was dead and was haunting the third floor.And so I told myself.
Untill this morning.