If Seen Please Call
Last night we did a good deed. E and I were walking
home from the subway. Out of the corner of E's eye
he spotted a little orange & white cat's head peeking
out of the broken window of an abandon building. I
yelled, 'That's the cat!' to which E looked confused.
'The cat! From the sign!' For some reason I was
very excited. Earlier that day I had read this poster:
Heinz is a large, medium haired orange & white tabby.
Sweet & lovable. If seen please call....
We called the cat over. It was clean and white and
cute-an indoor cat for sure. We hoped it was the one.
I ran and got the poster off the mailbox. E called and
the owners came running. They lived right across the
street. They were like parents that lost their kid-angry
at first but so thankful to find him. Lots of hugging.
Hugging-as in them and their cat. Not all of us.
I think the main problem with lost 'whatever' posters-
lost cat, lost kid, lost watch is that sentiment takes over
when writing the signs and then people like me-don't
really know what we should be looking for. You never
see signs like this:
This cat is really fucking annoying but we love him. Orange
tabby. He may claw through the garbage, rip up precious
family photos and refuse to drink water unless it's in a
metal bowl. If seen please call...
I'm going to frickin' kill this kid when they get home but
we really miss her. She is our darling baby. I hope she
is ok but I can't even begin to tell you the punishment
she will endure when she returns. If seen please call...
I never really liked this watch and it pinches the hair on
my wrist but my girlfriend's mom gave it to me and if I
don't get it back I'm in some fucking deep shit. If seen