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The cat came back! Good luck?

We may have a new member of the Poolman family. It all started early last week when we heard a cat whining. Mrs. Poolman and I searched the house for one of our cats trapped in a closed bedroom or a closet but didn’t find one. But there on the front porch was this black cat crying to be fed.

Mystery Cat

Mystery Cat

Of course we fed the poor thing. We thought the cat must be “Sophia,” a stray that had taken up with our next-door neighbor. (I know this sounds politically incorrect, but let’s face it, one solid, jet black cat looks pretty much like the next one, especially if it isn’t your cat.) The neighbors had vetted her and fed her, but otherwise she was an outside cat. They neighbors were away for the holidays, so we figured we would feed her until they got back. We also placed a beach towel in a plastic box for her to sleep in and stay out of the wind.

Sophia stayed with us even after the neighbors returned which created some joking about us stealing their stray cat. Then the other night, Mr. Neighbor came over.

“Hey Poolman, that cat who is living on your front porch?”

“Yeah, so are you coming to take her home?”

“Ah, I hate to break this to you, but Sophia is asleep in our garage right now. YOUR cat is not OUR cat.”

Great! Just what we need — another cat. Upon closer examination, we also discovered that that cat we thought was “Sophia” was actually “Tom.”  We don’t know if he is lost or was dumped. He is a very nice, friendly feline. He loves attention and will actually come when you call him, especially if he thinks food is involved.

So we are looking for his real family. I have checked and posted “found cat” notices on several local pet sites. I think Mrs. P is going to take her to check on a microchip tomorrow.

If we don’t find his home, I guess we will have a new “outside cat.” He still has his front claws. That rules him out as an inside cat in the Poolman household. (We have donated too many couches and chairs to the scratching pleasure of cats over the years. We are done with that.) However, we won’t just take him to a shelter, since we know, although he is a very sweet, friendly cat, the chances of an adult cat being adopted are very slim.

I didn’t think we had a current job opening for a new cat, but I may have been wrong.


Wandering without direction

The good Lord blessed me with very few natural talents. About the only one I can truly claim as my own is a pretty good sense of direction. As a corollary to that, I both give and follow travel directions well. I am almost never lost. I almost always find where I am going with a minimum of error. Now, I think my one natural ability may be slipping away.

Yesterday afternoon, I was planning on attending the unveiling of a marine science exhibit at a local school, named Charles Ellis Elementary School.  I wasn’t late, but I was running close on time. I had never actually been to the school, but I knew the general part of town and that it is on 49th Street. So I got on 49th Street and drove to the neighborhood. Sure enough, right where I expected it to be, there was a large school complete with buses, etc.

A couple of thoughts went through my head that should have given me a clue.

“This is an awfully big school for an elementary school.”

“Gee, they must have a gigantic faculty with all these cars in the parking lot.”

“I wonder why there is a sign directing ‘student parking’ at an elementary school.”

“This looks like it’s the back entrance to the school. I wonder why the street address isn’t for the front of the school.”

Of course, I ignored them all.

I made my way to the school office, and started to sign in. When I told the secretary that I was there for the ecosystem exhibit, she gave me a blank look. I glanced down at the clipboard with the sign-in sheet and saw that none of the other participants I expected had arrived. Then I looked at the heading on the top of the sheet – “Savannah Arts Academy.” I was in the wrong school. Duh!

With apologies and embarrassment, I retreated back to my car. I continued down 49th Street just two more blocks to my intended destination.

My colleagues there enjoyed my excuse for tardiness. Behind their chuckles, I’m sure they were thinking, “That big doofus! He can’t even find the right school.”

I guess I should get used to it. This probably won’t be the last time. If you hear I’ve been found wandering aimlessly around town, you’ll know when it all started.