Film at 11

'Tis better to have loved and lost. . .

The cat is gone.

Sunday night, we put up a bunch of posters around the park. Monday morning, I called the pound and gave them a profile. Monday afternoon, I got two phone calls, one from a family whose cat took off after the new baby was born eighteen months ago and another from a Cupertino woman who had just lost a boy kitty named Max. Then, today, John called. Within ten minutes of that phone call, I had a flamboyantly colored man (mostly green and yellos)in my living room, complimenting my decor and and thanking me for being such a "darling angel." I asked what the cat's name was. He said "Cat." That explains why it was answering so well. . . .

In the meantime, I have discovered that there is a whole subculture of lost pets out there, if you're willing to look for it. Also, I learned that Stanford has a non-profit organization dedicated to the management of its feral cat population (why can't dogs ever be feral?) In fact, I have learned that, thanks to the Internet, there is a subculture for just about anything -- searching for how to determine a cat's sex led to some pretty interesting sites, even with filters turned on.

Fun fact of the day (thank you, Al): a roasted pig should be ordered two to four weeks in advance.

Posted by Meredith at July 30, 2002 07:40 PM