This is Boo. He got caught by the hotel I was staying with. Rather than letting him go to the pound my boss (and me…) decided that we should take him home (and by “we” I mean me). So the cat went home with me and I started tracking down his owner. Boo had a collar but it didn’t have a tag. So I called the pound, the humane society, twelve different vet offices in the area and the three apartment buildings next hotel were Boo was found. I asked all of them to put up posters about the cat.
Sadly, I was told that only 4% of lost cats are reunited with their owners. So I started trying to get ready to have a pet cat. I was going to call him Apollo. I bought him little cat toys to chase and trained him to meow when he wanted to go out on the balcony.
However after a few days Boo’s owner and I found each other and a few days after that Boo went home. I’m a little sad to see Boo go but I really know it’s for the best. I can’t have a pet right now. I can barely look after myself. But it was nice to have Boo for awhile.