One morning some years back,  my youngest child started out to meet her school bus. She rushed  back in crying uncontrollably.

In the middle of our driveway, lay a grey tabby cat. Run over. 

Not a good start to the morning! Daughter was highly attached to her cats, both of them rescued strays. This was a terrible loss for a child.

I called around our neighborhood, attempting to find a replacement. One was found, I prepared to go pick it up, so it would be there when daughter returned from her day at school.

At the back door sat a grey tabby, as I opened the screen door, in came the cat, straight to the food bowl.

I have no idea about the one in the drive way, nor where ‘our’ cat was during the uproar, all I can tell you is “the cat came back.”

 

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