This morning someone I know showed up on my loading dock, he was sort of nervous and making idle chit chat when he finally told me he had set a trap in his yard to catch cats.

And he caught one.

He was going to take it to the Animal Shelter.

So why tell me this I wondered.

I went out and the cat in the trap was clean and well fed- it doesn’t look like a stray, it’s friendly and not feral.

He caught someones pet.

That’s what he did.

And he knows it.

He did this because cats are digging up the flowers in his yard.

My Cat, Wolfie,  left me last fall.

But I know where Wolfie is…he’s buried under his favorite tree in his herb garden- he died from Kidney Failure at age 17 just before Halloween.

I will know where my wonderful Wolfgang is for the rest of my life until the day I die.

Someone out there will never know that their wonderful sweet black cat that is clean and well fed and and has been loved

Is going home with me.

It’s not fair.

Is it?

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