Just home from the shelter, and what do we find heading for our yard?
Sweet old lady was walking in the street and was easily coaxed into arms. I called the number on her rabies tag, the vet called the owners, and the owners rushed over nearly in tears. Scooter's man-human, a church pastor, had been at the police station filing a report, and her woman-human had been horribly upset. Both were exceedingly grateful, and since the kids were the ones who spotted Scooter and brought her in, Scooter's people gave them a $25 reward. (They'd heard about Penny, and had feared they'd never see their Scooter again.)
Look, she has an eye.
Oh, and Mom? Some priest says hi.