The lost and found cat

I do not like your kitty speak
I do not like your kitty squeak
I do not like it here nor there
I do not like it anywhere
I do not like your kitty sound,
I do not like it, Mr. Lost and Found...

It's a good thing I'm not Jesus.
I'm no good in the business of lost and found cats.
I have one that I innocently found crying around the neighbor's yard last night. He walked right up to me and purred.
I took him to Linda's (the neighbor)--thought he might be hers.
He's not.

So I kept him in the crate in the laundry room for the night
Where he meowed and meowed and meowed and meowed and meowed and meowed and meowed and meowed and MEOWED and MEOWED and MEOWED and MEOWED and MEOWED and MEOWED and MEOWED and MEOWED and MEOWED and MEOWED and meowed and... you get the picture.

This morning I took him to the vet to get scanned for a micro chip.
I would feel bad about putting him in the pound without checking first.
He has one!
Yay! I shall give Mr. Chatty-Cat back to his people!
Called the Home Again services...
No people have registered him.

...Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow....

So, now I have a cat
Back home in a crate again.
Dont worry--it's a big crate.
Magnolia hates me
And I have a meowing cat who needs a home.
Or has a home but needs an address.

Of course, now that I finished this blog, he has fallen asleep.
And it's time for me to leave

This afternoon, I'll call back home again who is doing an investigation of where his chip came from. Then maybe I'll call the Durham Animal Rescue...

He talks in his sleep too.
sigh.