I started walking towards a little girl and her mother. I said "hi" back and asked if they were ok. They said yes, but.... then the little girl (probably around 7) burst into this stream of a story that was almost incomprehensible. I got the gist of the story and learned that their cat, who had been hit by a car this week, had escaped the house and was now missing.
As any good investigator does, I started asking questions.
1. What color is it? Brown, black and white
2. Is it big or small? small
3. What else? It has a cone on it's head and stitches down it's shoulder and back from the car accident.
4. How long has it been missing? 30 minutes
Ok. I said, I'm so so sorry about your cat. I hope you can find it, I'll go get my flashlight and help in my yard. The girl said, thank you, I just want to find my cat.
The mom says, well it's your own fault for leaving the door open. (record scratch), huh?
The girl burst into tears and said, I know I know I'm sorry mommy but he'll be ok. Mom says, well if he's not I'm really going to be mad because we spent a lot of money fixing him up for you. We could have just put him down.
The daughter through tears said, I know, I'm sorry...(sniffle sniffle). Mom looks right at me and says, if she hadn't have left the damn door open the cat would be inside where it's supposed to be, now I gotta be out here in the cold (it's 80 degrees!) looking for this damn cat of hers.
I tried to defuse the situation and told the little girl, well all you can do is your best and if you keep looking, maybe you'll find him, put out some food and water tonight and also a little box with a blanket for him to sleep in, in case he comes home while you're in your bed. She sniffled, looked upwards and said, ok....and I'll put his favorite toy in there too.
Mom, pushed her daughter along and said, ok, we gotta go, sorry for disturbing you.
Another touching testament demonstrating the insanity of the people living in this city.
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