There must have been something in the air as I lost my coffee cup full of coffee only to find it a short time later in my left hand.
About an hour and a half later, a neighbor knocked at the front door. She had in her hands a flier of her Calico cat named Stanley.
It had been three days since she’d last seen her feline, and she wanted to know if I’d accompany her on a trek around the neighborhood to hand out the homemade lost and found posters. I harnessed Buddy, and we spent the next hour knocking at doors and slipping fliers under windshield wipers.
Finally, out of fliers, we turned back to her home, where she offered me a cup of coffee. I rarely turn down coffee.
Once inside, I unhitched Buddy so he could roam around as she and I chatted about the missing Stanley.
Without warning, Buddy came flying from one of the back rooms, tail tucked and ears pinned back. Behind him was a mass of black, orange, and white, hissing.
Buddy found Stanley, and Stanley don’t like dogs.