I had a cat we called scamper because she would always scamper around. My Bulldog (who’s since gone back home to Jesus) was barking at something outside. When dad opened the door a little cat scampered in. I was eating chicken nuggets and watching turbo when dad told us about it.
Now this is where stuff gets weird. After returning from a vacation we found her missing. We knew she had some loyalty as she came with us to and back from a construction site about 500 feet away from the home. The only clue we had was a half eaten turkey sandwich in a brand of plastic bag my mom never bought. It had scratches, presumably from scamper. We never saw her again
We have since moved away from that town, and now have a tough as nails but sweet cat. A good intentions sweetheart of a Labrador has since token the reins of house dog lost when god called home our bulldog. But every now and then I wonder: was my cat “cat-napped”? It was obvious that a stranger did break onto the porch and left a sandwich. But who? I had always thought the neighbors, 2 good hearted teenage boys, had a hand, as they got a cat that looked like scamper a couple days after the crime. But wouldn’t she recognize me? She didn’t and she wasn’t in any distress. I may never know..
I apologize the two stories brought the experience up to my brain
