Convoluted - Address - Pocket

Pocketing the address with the convoluted directions, Misty peered through the fog.  She could barely make out the dim shapes of the apartment buildings lined up along the street like so many identically shaped boxes.  The street lamps gave off the barest hint of light, haloed against the sky, but it was better than nothing.

She read the directions again, and they didn't make any more sense this time than the last.

"Turn left at the building with the eagle on the front, then turn right at the building with the cat in the window.  Walk straight on until you come to old man Humphrey's place, then squeeze between the alleys on the right.  I'll be at the old mill around the corner."

Well, if THAT wasn't clear as mud!  for one thing, Misty didn't see a cat anywhere, let alone one in a window, and she was darned if she was squeezing between any alleys.  Who did she think she was, Batwoman?

But, Misty was desperate, so she read the directions again, then clutched the rumpled and slightly damp paper in her hand.  She bent her head and said a quick prayer.

When she looked up, lo and behold, there was a cat in the window!  It had been there the whole time.  She had been looking for a real cat, but the cat in the window of the downstairs apartment was a porcelain cat in colors no self-respecting cat would be caught dead in.  Bright oranges, reds and greens adorned this cat which stared out from unseeing eyes.

Misty glanced at the directions, then turned right at the apartment building with the cat in the window, and crept along towards her date with destiny.