My cat went missing last week. Our neighbour 3 doors down (is that the name of a band? Song "Kryptonite") is a friend of mine from dragon boat. I let him know when Joe went missing to keep an eye out for him. He had mentioned to me that the neighbours moved, and they had a brown cat who Joe played with, so maybe they took him. I didn't believe that anyone would take Joe, but also, those cats didn't play. Joe doesn't play with other cats. He picks fights with them and always loses. On Saturday, he saw a cat in their garage on the window sill, though it wasn't very clear. He called my mom, and gave her the phone number of the landlord next door. My mom went over and called for Joe, and he answered back! So she went home, and called the landlord (who was Chinese), but they said they couldn't come over right away, but maybe at midnight that night. My mom said, that's not good enough, he's been in there a week with out food and water and is starving to death! (Mmm dat! Ngo sai kyu!) Here's the best part...So she went over there, and KICKED THE DOOR DOWN! Hurray, Joe was saved! But he was scared and hid in the corner until eventually my mom coaxed him out.

He was really dirty and had lost a couple of pounds, but he's well now, except for being a little weak and tired. They rubbed down with some towels, and brushed a ball of fur as big as he off of him. The first thing he did after eating and drinking? Hid in the closet! Next? Tried to escape through the window, and then the door. Sheesh.