GUYS
This morning I was waken up by my 2 neighbour girls. They said to me that there was an old woman who had Pinky, my "dead" cat. They gave me the adress and I went there. The old lady let me in and told me about the cat she found. I explained to her that taking in a cat that belongs to another person is theft, and thus is a crime. She didn't seem to understand at all.... she kept talking about how much she loved MY cat and talked about it like it was her own.
Off course I thanked her for the love and care she gave my cat (she tought it was a stray) but now I understand why Pinky hasn't come home for over 7 weeks.... I was worried as heck and I thought the poor critter had died ( she has hart medication, she hasn't got those pills for over 7 weeks now, that is no good for a cat)
The cat was not at her residence when I got there. Now I gave her my phone number. When Pinky arrives there, I can pick her up....
MAN......
but I'm glad she is alive after all. Gawd, what an adventure. Things like this can give one a headache
