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You Never Know Who Your Angels Are

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You Never Know Who Your Angels Are

(This post was originally published in August 2014.  I was struck however by the flower shop employee who helped aid in the capture of the Charleston massacre.  – Azeena

A few weeks ago CCL was taking out the trash and Jean Claude, the black Bombay decided to go out for a bag of potato chips ( or whatever). We tried  to find him, posted signs, queried neighbors etc.   Now, CCL’s house is sandwiched between two  others neighbors -Cathy and Joe who have a new patio – and Mildred who often leaves food for stray cats. I  was convinced Mildred was holding Jean Claude hostage and urged CCL to take action. After about a week, CCL went out-of-town and I decided to stop by her house. Mildred, the accused cat hostage taker was  working in her  yard.  I introduced myself and asked if she had seen Jean Claude. “No” she replied quietly. “Right”I thought skeptically as I went inside  CCL’s house and opened the back door “just in case” JC   managed to find his way back home.   As soon as I did, I heard a cat crying  loudly. It was Jean Claude. He was in Cathy and Joe’s yard  next door on  their concrete patio.   Earlier Mildred told  me  Cathy and Joe  were not home so   I tried to get Jean Claude to jump the wooden fence to return to CCL’s yard.  Useless –  he would not budge.  “Come get me, ” he beckoned.  I almost gave  up in frustration when Mildred offered to help.  “I think I can get a ladder and jump over,” she said.  Mildred took her  ladder hopped onto the patio and  opened the fence to let me in Cathy and Joe’s  yard.  We  began to look for JC who promptly hid until Mildred left at which point  he emerged.  I scooped him up and closed the fence.     Upon entering CCL’s house  JC ate  and acted like he never left.   About an hour later,  I left CCL’s house, with a now caged Jean Claude in tow, to take  home with me, then  my keys got stuck in  CCL’s  door.  Once more I had to ask  Mildred the accused “cat thief” for  help.  I thanked her profusely and looked to the sky.

You never know who your angels are – they appear quietly,  provide assistance, love and help when you least expect it.

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