This morning a cat wandered into our house. He immediately made himself at home much to the consternation of Annie Bones. His name was Scurvy Jack according to his tag. I called his phone number, left a message and waited to hear back. An hour later a very irritated man called back."You live where?" he demanded.
"That's clear across town," he sputtered when I gave him my address.
"And don't feed him!" he added. "Ill try to come get him."
He did come to pick up Scurvy Jack a couple of hours later and he did say thanks, but jeese....
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I better make sure I still have Annie Bones.
When Tyson wanders away (not clear across town, but a good eight, ten, fifteen blocks away), we're so relieved he hasn't been killed by a car), I kiss and hug the people who find him. This guy was a nut case, far as I can tell.
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