10-10-2007
Meanwhile Poetje’s “stolen” in fact. Or in any case that’s what I suppose. This morning I left the house for buying a new reserve of food in a supermarket, leaving the cat outside where mostly she waits under a parked car until my return. But this day she followed me gently while I walked over the trottoir.
Just before the corner a woman started talking to Poetje. She hadn’t seen me or didn’t know it was my cat maybe. I didn’t care too much, in fact I wondered if she really HAD got a chip, because mistakes aren’t out of this world, but I thought I could feel the microchip just under her white hairy skin. Well let this be a good occasion to take the proof.
Tags: cats, Persian - Chinchilla, pets
