The lost Cayt

Walking by the hedge today reminded me of how we came to meet Cayt.  Cayt was unlike any other cat I had met.  For one, she was loud.  In fact, it was following the sound of her unabashed pitiful yowels that we found her.  For another, she wasn't afraid of us.  Even when Topsie and I barked loudly at her, she didn't flinch.  It turned out that Cayt was lost and now living in the hedge.  So, Tinkerbelle and I took her food and water, until one day she wasn't there any more.  Later, we found out that she had been taken in by a kind person, and we hope she has found a happy home.

Cayt - when we first found her