Our cat, Leo, was cast into our lives when my son and his college room mates broke up housekeeping after graduation. My son asked if we would take care of him for only a week while he went on a fishing trip. Six years later, he's still here.
Leo is de-clawed and has a bad habit of slipping out the back door whenever some unsuspecting guest comes over and isn't used to watching for him. He did just that last night. But this time he didn't come back. He wasn't anywhere. He just disappeared.
We looked and looked, asked neighbors if they had seen him and became very discouraged. We thought some animal got him. As a last resort, I called the police department. And they HAD HIM in custody. It turns out that some wonderful teachers at the grade school (six blocks away) found him hiding under a car. Several teachers were involved in getting him out. Then one of them brought him to the vet to see if he has a chip. (No). Then the teacher took him to the police department. The police officer said that they were just about to take him to the animal shelter.
So guess what I'm doing this Saturday. I'm getting him a chip and a collar with his name and phone number. Because miracles like this don't come along everyday.
