Last Saturday morning the previous owner of the house I bought came by to pick up their outdoor cats. Smokey was a sweet all grey kitty who would come up to you and roll over to get his belly rubbed, and spent a lot of time with my parents during the day while they were here at the house getting stuff done. I heard early the next week that when they got Smokey to his new house (over 3 miles from here) that he ran off as soon as he was brought out of the car.

Guess who showed up in my front yard this afternoon?

Isn’t there a song about this?