(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.