First, we received a call at about 11.30pm from Block A, about three blocks away from us. A young lady said she found Angelina. Mama asked a few questions like colour, markings etc and then went to check. Unfortunately, the tabby wasn't Angelina.
Then at around 1am, a text message came in. Someone texted to say they found her at Block A. Again? We said. Mama was reluctant to go as she had just come back from Block A. But the couple then sent an MMS. And confirmed certain markings. They waited downstairs while Mama put on some decent clothes.
Finally! The right tabby was found. I'm happy to report that at least she's not infested with fleas, just some dirty feet, and she seems very hungry. She still smells of the shampoo she had from the spa treatment last week. One of these day I'm going to interview her about her "adventure". Hey...I was born in this house, lived here all my life and I've never ventured further than the main door and the only travels I had are the annual visits to the vet. At least Angelina has travelled 7,000km from Sydney to here, and then spent one week outside the house. And instead of getting a scolding, she was smothered with kisses and given treats.
|Someone's soooo hungry! Kibbles and water first.|
|Special treat of fresh beef. yummmm.....|
Oh yeah...looks like my stint as the blog caretaker is over too soon.
Till the next time,