Look who showed up at the back door of the café this evening.
Complete with a few bald spots, a distinct limp, and a healthy fear of automobiles….
There was hardly a dry eye among the crew.
Of course, this kind of holds a gun to my head to decide what I am going to do now.
Because I swear to god, I’m not going to let that cat wander the neighborhood until the next bad thing happens to her. I have no intention of coming to work and scraping her off the pavement some morning.
I’m thinking very hard about what my next step should be.