We Have a Winner

We found Kitty's home.  After a night in our 4-star garage accomodations, I took Monsieur Chat into the vet for a quick microchip scan (trying REALLY hard to avoid a joke about a cat-scan here).  Wouldn't you know it, the scanner beeped, meaning the dude was chipped.  A quick typey-type into the database, and we had a name for him (Boots) an owner's name, address and phone number.  They live down the street from us.

I asked the vet tech if the lady mentioned if the cat was missing.  I mean, if the cat was an outdoor cat, then we essentially held him hostage for a night.  She said that the owner sounded relieved and said had said she was very worried.  Results: inconclusive.  Although, the lady did ask if I wouldn't mind dropping the little dude by her house (instead of her driving to retrieve him at the vet) because she would really like to meet me.  That told me that the cat was lost.  I'm pretty sure I'd be perturbed if someone took in my outdoor kitty.

But, the world may never know.  I drove down the street and rang the doorbell, Boots-in-hand.  Waited. Waited.  Some yelling.  Commotion on the other side of the door.  And then a little red-haired girl answered the door in an undershirt and underwear.  She looked at me, reached out her hands, said, "Thank you," took the cat, and shut the door.  I stood a little dumbfounded waiting on the stoop, half-expecting the Mom to rush up and answer the door to talk to me.  Nope.  Even as I pulled away in the car, no one came to the door.

It's irrelevant, I guess.  The cat is back at home.  Thanks to the microchip.