My parents have two cats. They are apparently looking for a third. My mom sent this text on Saturday night:
Sunday night, I got the distinct pleasure of kitty hunting with my parents. My dad walks in the house and proudly announces that he found the kitty again and we are going to go catch her.
Obviously baby cats are hers. He throws us gloves, arms my mom with a flashlight, and leads us up the hill to where he last heard the kitty mewing. No cat sounds to be heard, I jokingly start mewing. The kitty responds, we all run over to where she is, obviously scaring her away.
Maybe the third night will be the charm?