June 1993. Socks was a grand cat, dominant and domineering, who lived just a few more years after he adopted us -- he was the victim of too much outdoor living in a place with foxes and possibly an overly territorial attitude about his yard.
The "colar" refers to a tag he was wearing. It didn't have his name or address or any contact information but it did have the name of an animal clinic and a serial number. So we called the clinic and learned the name of his owner...someone in the neighborhood a few blocks away. Meanwhile Socks was fast growing to spend much more time in our yard than in his own, and one day a couple walked by and saw him sitting on the front porch with my daughter. They greeted Socks -- "hi Tommy," they said. They kept on walking and when my daughter asked if he was their cat they laughed and said something about him being anyone's cat---theirs, ours, whoever would have him. I still see cats on their front porch who look a lot like Socks. The line continues!
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That is such a sweet story! We have a cat like that in our neighborhood. I haven't seen him but my daughter did and one of the neighbors says she's the neighborhood cat.
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