Cat Stuff

Today while walking around looking for CJ, making the "pswswswswswsss" sound at the top of my lungs, a black cat ran out of someone’s yard and came right up to me.  This cat was just like CJ: smooth black short hair, no visible white spots, the same size, and really really friendly.  But it wasn’t him.  His face was a little different, his hair was a little less fluffy, he wagged his tail strangely when he walked, and he didn’t have a cut on his one ear like CJ does.

Anyway, that’s 3 black cats I’ve come across now, that aren’t CJ.  And one of the guys I ran into while walking said that he had a cat that came 30 miles back to him after he sold it.  Maybe hopefully CJ’s on his way home (safely).

But on a lighter note, here’s a snippet of a conversation I had with my sister:

me: and there’s this trailer park near my neighborhood, so I might go look there
Tasha: ew, you didn’t go into it, did you??
me: well, not yet, but...
Tasha: ANTHONY, IF HE’S GONE, HE’S GONE!  GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF!!

Heh.