About 7pm the phone rang; "Dad, are you in a rescue mood?" Lisa asked. She's living in a log home in the woods north of Cambridge, MN, about an hour from my house. "What's coming now?" I wondered. That kind of an introduction usually leads into something about car trouble. But this turned out to be cat trouble.
Lisa had been walking with Kjell, the dog, when she heard meowing in the woods. It turned out to be an abandoned cat, perhaps six weeks old and obviously used to both people and dogs. When the cat wouldn't run Kjell didn't know what to do but Lisa brought it back to the house. But, not in the house because she is desperately allergic to cats. Left alone in the woods the kitten would soon be a welfare plan for a hungry coyote.
Before long the curmudgeonette and curmudgeon were making a quick trip to rescue a cat. We left it at the Hennepin Co. Humane Society who, I hope, will be able to find it a good home. It was pretty cat, all black except for a little white blaze on its chest.
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