It had already been a busy morning and my husband had just left for work. As it was shaping up as a fine day, I put the dog out on the upstairs balcony while I cleaned up after the Human Tornado and made the bed. Then I gave dog Zoe a bath and put her back out there to dry. A tar machine went by, fixing the asphalt on a public path right behind our home that is used for walking, running, biking, XC skiing and snowshoeing. The rig was followed by several workers AND a grey tabby cat.
The workers made it clear they had a follower who was not with them, so just standing on the path the cat started rubbing against my legs. I agreed to help find the owner and brought the cat into the garage with some food and water.
There were two people working on the house when I crated Zoe, picked up the cat and put it on Zoe’s large orthopedic bed in the back of my SUV for a trip to our vet to check for a microchip. One scan didn’t work so the gal brought it to the chip expert in back and lo and behold, there was a chip! They called the chip company, no answer. I bought a bag of food because I thought I might have the cat for a few days. Then they checked the chip against their patient registry and found the owner! They called the cell and the owner is out of town and their pet-sitter must have lost the cat somehow.
The name’s Timmy and the owner is sending someone by the Vet to pick him up. He’s eleven years old and came from about a mile away. I love a happy ending, must be my six years spaying/neutering feral cats that brought him to me. So do the tar workers, and the dog owners I had keep an eye out for a frantic person looking for a lost cat along their walk! Timmy’s a real sweetheart and I’m glad he’ll be back with his family soon. Cheers! Dee