Good morning! Is that cat out there?
*peeks through blinds* Yep, I think she sleeps there every night. The raccoons don’t bother her in that spot.
Hmm, we need to have a hard discussion, don’t we? I’m going to post flyers for her around the neighborhood this morning.
I was kind of hoping we wouldn’t have to do that. Are you going to take her to see if she has a microchip?
Yeah, I wanted to call the humane society beforehand, to see if I needed an appointment or anything, but they never answer the phone or return messages. It would have been too hot to take her last week anyway. I’ll call around to see if some other vet place can scan her.
I’m not sure I like the name Murray for her. Where did that name come from?
I don’t know. I was seeing a lot of Bill Murray in the news lately, about the places he shows up at unannounced and the kind, nice things he does for people. I think the name Murray just stuck in my head and I thought it was good. Would you rather it be something else, for a cat that’s not ours? Because she’s not our cat.
I think I want to discuss that more.
Her name?
No. That’s she’s not our cat.
And just then, the phone rang.
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2022 – No post
2021 – A Random August post
2020 – No post
2019 – Art in August, Cat-Style
2018 – No post
2017 – No post
2016 – No post
2015 – Flashback Friday
2014 – No post
2013 – A Thank YOU!
2012 – No post
A cliffhanger!
Darn phone…
You can’t leave us hanging.
Not yours . . .yet. MOL.
Some vets have mircochip readers, but not all. TBT had a stray cat around once. He took a picture and made copies to put in gallon zip-lock bags to post on street signs. Before he got the 2nd one up, a teenage girl ran up ta say it was her cat.
Their loving embrace was enough proof for him. Fast good werk!
Darn it. We gotta know what happened next!
Darn the phone!