“Ahh!” I yelled as a furry, black streak bolted through my legs and out the door.
We had just finished viewing a house with our realtor that had gone uneventfully – until now. Sh*t, I thought, we can’t lose someone’s pet! Fortunately, the cat, once out, had run to the neighbor’s yard but then stopped to sit under a bush. Arthur and the real estate agent successfully retrieved the cat and deposited it carefully back into the house.
We bought the house.
Friday morning, I was getting ready when E told me that there was a cat on the back porch. I didn’t think much of it. When I was growing up, it was common to see cats from around the neighborhood taking a stroll, probably after mice or birds. The cat mewed for a few moments at the back door. I wonder where he’s from, I thought. We left to run an errand, and when I came back, the cat was gone.
Sunday, we saw the cat again. This time, however, we were out in the yard, and the cat came up to us, rubbed against our legs, and purred. It was obvious he wasn’t feral. I thought about this for a moment and remembered the similar-looking cat that had escaped when we viewed the house. I knew the former owner hadn’t moved too far away. “I wonder if this is (former owner’s) cat,” I said to Arthur. The neighbor who I knew kept in touch with the former owner didn’t seem to be home, though. “I’ll call the real estate office on Monday. Hopefully they can put me in touch with the former owner and I can find out if he’s missing a cat,” I decided. We went indoors briefly, and when we came out again, the cat was gone.
This morning, I didn’t see the cat, but called and left a message with the real estate agent. A couple hours later, running late, not having received a return call, I opened the garage door and as I was getting the car loaded, the cat came running from across the street, mewing frantically. “Poor thing,” I said. It was just too much to be coincidence. I knew I needed to get in touch with the former owner as soon as possible.
Fortunately, the neighbor was home when I knocked and able to give me the former owner’s phone number. I called him. “Can you catch the cat?” he asked. “I’ll be straight over.”
I picked up the cat, made sure I had him secured in the garage, and within five minutes, the former owner was there. It turned out that the cat belonged to his adolescent daughter who had been worried and upset. He was very glad to see the cat and looking forward to reuniting girl with her pet.
What can I say, I’m always excited to get an animal story with a happy ending.
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