Where'd the cat go?

I've always believed that missionaries in the U.S. were a little spoiled. Maybe not spoiled, but they have less things to worry about. Like, where to live. I'm not complaining or anything, but I may have a point. Hear me out on this.

First! A little bit of explanation. Normally, where a missionary lives, the rent is controlled by the mission itself, somebody else looks at contracts, decides where the best deals are, tells the missionaries where to live, etc, etc. In Mexico, this is not the case. The missionaries themselves have to decide where to live, the contracts are in their names etc, etc. The things we have going for us is that, no matter what, we always paid on time and the houses didn't get abused (we were out most of the day, and most of the time indoors we were sleeping.). Now, this is where it gets interesting.

While on my mission, in Tultitlan, Mexico, still with Elder Campbell, we lived in this nice little townhouse. It was a nice place, the landlords treated us well and it had everything we needed, except closets (apparently, those are optional). Anyways, one day, out of the blue, the landlady says that we have to move, ASAP.

We didn't make the contract but we knew that we still had about 2 months to go on our lease. Obviously, we asked why. Something about she can't handle the pressure of having us as tenants, her daughter ran away; her husband got a job out of state; her brother, the owner wanted the house back(which he came and told us that he loved having us. We paid on time, 'member?)

Now, I'm not bitter, but we got kicked out because some other guy was willing to pay like $15 extra a month.

Not bitter at all.

So anyways, here we are, homeless.

Fortunately, there was light at the end of the tunnel. And it came from the Medina family. This family quite literally took us into their arms and home.

You see, they had an extra house 5 houses down from theirs. It was abandoned, but it was somewhere to sleep. So naturally, we took it. There's something funny about abandoned houses though, there's a reason why they're abandoned.

Ours was haunted by a bruja(witch)

Maybe not, but it was creepy as all get out. This was a HUGE house that was a one story in the front that turned into a two story in the back that had a patio on the roof. There was a incredibly thick layer of dirt everywhere. There were broken windows, graffiti in the bathroom, and porn laid out everywhere. Oh, and no electricity or running water. Needless to say, for the first couple of nights, we barricaded ourselves in the room closest to the street hoping that the bruja would save us from the alcoholics and/or druggies.

Home sweet home.

Anyways, after about two days, we noticed that a cat had died on the second floor. It looked like it had been dead for about a week. The thing was started to smell, rats were soon to find it and the thing looked like it had died of a disease or something. So we did the nicest thing we could think of.

We chucked as hard as we could into a field behind the house.

Something like this except funny and the cat is dead.

So the next day, we felt bad and decided to check up on the cat.

The cat? Nowhere to be found.

But there were some dogs looking straight at us as if they were expecting something, though.