That Darn Cat

This afternoon I thought I heard a cat crying outside our door. I looked out the peep hole and, sure enough, there was a cat sitting by the stairs. When I started opening the door to go out and check on it, it ran into the apartment. Olive jumped off the couch and started chasing the poor cat around the living room. I was able to catch her and the cat took off into the bedroom and hid under the bed where it stayed for the rest of the afternoon.

I called the front office to see if anyone had the cat on their lease in this building or a building nearby, but they said there were no orange cats listed in the area. After that I called Olive's veterinary office, Brookfield. They said we could bring him in and they would scan him for a microchip - unfortunately he didn't have one. The staff recommended a place we could take him, but when they called the place was already closed. Brookfield was kind enough to give us a bag of food and some kitty litter so we could keep him overnight. When I got home, Olive and I put up signs around the apartment complex in hopes that his owner would see them.

Just a couple hours later there was a knock at our door. The girl from upstairs was wondering if I'd seen her cat, he'd escaped and wasn't used to being outside. She was so happy to have Noogie back.