The strangest thing happened yesterday concerning my cat Pearl. I've had her for about a month, got the shots and tags and spaying and stuff, and yesterday a little boy from down the street shows up and says the cat is his and her name is Snowflake. Long story short I let him have the cat because I didn't have any reason not to believe him.
He says he can carry her home but I seriously doubt that's going to work out well. He starts down the street with the cat in his arms and the cat goes crazy. Fighting, spitting, clawing, the poor little guy couldn't hold her. She gets away and runs for my porch as hard as she can. It should have ended there, I guess, but I didn't want the little boy to be unhappy about his cat so I drove them home myself. All the while, Pearl is screaming her head off in the back seat.
I deposit them both and go back home, thinking I've done my good deed for the day by helping a little boy find his cat. About two minutes later, here is the boy and his Dad back at my door with the cat. They brought her back! Said she was hissing at the other cats they have and was clearly unhappy. The boy had this long face on so I insisted they keep the cat and maybe it would be alright.
So I open my front door this morning and guess what? Yep, there she was sitting on my front porch waiting for me to let her in. I did and you've never seen a happier kitty in your life. She went straight to her food bowl and her potty and then came back to cuddle up to me, purring so loud I think the folks on the other side of town could probably hear her.
I have no idea what to do now. She obviously wants to stay with us but I don't want to see that long disappointed face on that little boy again. Time will tell what will happen next. For now Pearl, my bad penny, is home.
