did I ever tell you about the time...

When Rory and I were first married we were taking a walk down to the creek when we found a sign stapled to a light post. The sign had been lovingly made with kid handwriting explaining that the family cat, Mr. Pickles, had gone missing. He was grey and had white paws.

That night, Rory was driving one block up the street from our house when low and behold out steps Mr. Pickles. It was him! Rory got out of the car, scooped up Mr. Pickles, put him in the backseat, and called me to tell me the good news. I ran to the street light and got the phone number.

Rory pulled up in front of the house. We were overjoyed. We had seen the sign, talked about how sad it was, but never in our wildest dreams did we ever think that we might be the ones to find this sweet kid’s cat!

I dialed the number and a little squeaky voice answered. I explained, “Hi! We saw your sign for Mr. Pickles and we found him. My husband just found him up the street!” The boy was a bit delayed and then replied in his falsetto voice, “No.” He paused and then his voice got higher and a bit confused, “No, we found Mr. Pickles.”

I hung up the phone and announced that Mr. Pickles had already been found.

Rory slowly drove the car up a block and let the grey cat with the white paws out the back door.