|She was deciding if she should stay or if she should go.|
|She decided to stay; we later learned, her name is Fergie.|
So, we put out a call on Facebook to find potential homes if she didn't have an owner. But she was ridiculously affectionate, so we knew that she did have one. It was a question of if we could find her.
|A friendly tenant loaned us a box. Fergie liked the box.|
So, we carried her around the apartment building in this box, trying to find out if she belonged to any one here. She did not. I then went to work stupid early so that as soon as a local shelter opened, we could go and see if she had a microchip. She did. The little beep the machine gave made it all worthwhile.
|She preferred my shoulder.|
So, despite bonding with Fergie in the day we knew her, she is safely on her way home to her family. Isn't that aww-dorable? Special thanks to folks who were helpful in making the world a slightly better place. Kindness gets you linky goodness. Regular blogging returns once we get all the awws out of our system.