This neighborhood cat scared the crap out of me when she strolled past our driveway a few months ago. It was highly unlikely that MoMo had gotten out, but I was sure it was him. Look at the apple-shaped torso and the fat little bottlebrush tail! Anyone might have been deceived. Matthew and I have finally trained ourselves to stop knocking on doors and inquiring about every seemingly freelance cat we encounter; people thought we were really weird, like why wouldn’t a cat just be tooling around outside with no collar. Matthew even seized a longhaired tortoiseshell with a purple collar and took her to what he thought was her home a couple of blocks away, only to learn that she was not the one in the “lost” flyer. The one in the lost flyer had a red collar on, anyway, but he couldn’t help  himself. I told him that pretty soon we were going to see a “catnapper” flyer with his picture on it. Seizing innocent cats and transporting them hither and yon. But who am I to talk! I almost brought poor FauxMo right into the house.

the real deal

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