Just Let Sleeping Cats Lie

My beloved cat is twenty years old and extremely scraggly. She is as healthy as can be expected for a very old cat but is very thin and odd-looking. She likes to sunbathe in the garden. One day, I hear a noise through the front window and see someone trying to coax her into a box. I rush out to stop him.

Me: “Stop! What are you doing?”

Man: “I’m an animal warden from the council, and there have been reports about this stray cat.”

Me: “She’s not a stray; she’s just old!”

Man: “Are you sure?”

Me: *Pauses* “Yes, I’ve had her since she was a kitten twenty years ago. She’s definitely mine.”

Once the warden understood, he was very apologetic, but I keep a closer eye on the cat when she’s in the garden now. She continues to enjoy herself lounging on the garden path.