Today has been an interesting day. This morning I found out I have a repeat offender living in my neighborhood. His name is Chaser and he’s a Bengal cat. I thought he was a stray. He’d been hanging around my house for over a week and I called Broomfield animal control because I figured someone was missing him. His markings were unusual and I could tell he was either a Serengeti or Bengal breed – very expensive cats. Two officers came to my house within the hour. When I showed them his picture, they smiled and nodded their heads. “We know this cat. His name is Chaser, and he lives in the next street. He roams all over, but he’s not a stray, he has owner.” I burst out laughing. “Well, you know you’re in trouble when animal control knows your name.”
Carolyn Anderson Jones 