The Stray Magnet

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.