After rumturnen last Thursday a cat in the old cistern next to our shelter (the Case Bouka) saw, we heard them at night in bed suddenly blaring from the well. Apparently they had fallen in and of itself was not getting out. Then she meowed all night, I went the next day to Thibault. This hinschicken wanted but none of his men, because it was too dangerous, and anyway it would have too many cats on the premises. He could possibly get involved in the cistern water, so the cat can swim on top and could crawl out. Very resourceful. What else could I get the key and even go - what he said rather sarcastically. When the cat after 3 more days still almost continuously blared day and night, I took him at his word and I went out again to demand the key to the cistern and a rope. He sent me on to the director because he did not even take responsibility for it and looked for it as long as the key that I went and wanted to come to work again. After work I went back to his office - apparently he had but in the meantime, even the cat out of there. Either he felt pressured or his ego would not have coped with that I went down himself. I was right wars.
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