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inothernews

"The cat with the longest fur is Colonel Meow of Los Angeles, California, USA." So says the Guinness Book of World Records. And Colonel Meow looks so happy about it, too. (Photo: Press Association via The Telegraph)

usedtobeyesra

Chairman Meow. Gosh, what a missed opportunity.

Napping in harmony

Sorry everyone, couldn't resist. Handmade parsley and garlic linguine with scapes, pea shoots and roasted carrots #farmersmarket

#farmersmarket

Pot of gold in Kendall Square.

obsessivecompulsive

#employed

ninezero.com

#finally

Coconut vegetable soup with soy beans, peas and asparagus from #101cookbooks

#101cookbooks

Rooftop garden in Cambridge.

Bang bang.

#nancy sinatra #bang bang

So I live across the street from terrorists?

Yesterday morning we were haphazardly evacuated from our apartment, right across the street from the FBI investigation, so we could spend several hours quietly freaking out about our cat maybe getting blown up in a "controlled detonation" or some other sort of explosive booby trap. Apparently dogs are assumed to be appropriate evacuation companions, cats no. Fortunately, the controlled detonation that they were talking about was just popping the hinges of the Tsarnaevs' apartment door. Unfortunately, the police line was so far back that I didn't get to see ANY of the SWAT team's awesome equipment. Though I did get to touch some firetrucks, so.

Anyway, twelve hours and one captured suspect later (and after our driveway was prominently featured on copter cam), we walked back from our falafel-adjacent temporary shelter to see if we could get into the apartment through the rear gate, mostly because we were all very, very unshowered. And also tired. And also we had left a homemade sous-vide going with a pork shoulder in it. And also I had to feed my non-exploded cat. Our apartment faces away from the street, so we could always feign ignorance. Things were pretty much packed up anyway.

This morning, everything's gone. News 7 is the only station interested in parking in our now-famous driveway to catch some thrilling action shots of an empty building.

And now only this question remains: will the now-vacant apartment be put on the market with an extremely discounted rent? And would I be okay living in a previously bomb-occupied residence if it meant that I had more money to buy office supplies? Are cats allowed?