Chacun cherche son chat

That's a French movie title. Everybody's looking for their lost cat. The French title is not easy to translate into English, or to pronounce. I'm sure that's why the film was titled "When the Cat's Away..." when it was released outside of France in the 1990s. Maybe you've seen it. I haven't but I'm going to try to find it on the internet.

Anyway, a few days ago, we found the note above in our mailbox. Neighbors of ours who we hadn't met before had left it in mailboxes along the road to alert the neighborhood to keep an eye out for their runaway cat Ulia. Then, yesterday morning I was out walking Tasha when I rounded a corner over in our neighbors' yard and there she was. Ulia, I mean. Tasha was a little way behind me at that point. She never even saw the cat, as far as I know.

By the time Tasha caught up with me, the cat had skedaddled. She headed toward the woods on the south side of our neighbors' properties. Then I remembered the note from the people looking for her.

When I got back home, I called the number on the notice. I told where we lived and told them I had seen their cat. Not 10 minutes later, a car came up the hill and parked by the pond out behind our house. Two people got out, and they had a cat carrier with them. I called them on their mobile phone and told them I would be glad to show them exactly where I had seen the cat. We walked around the neighbors' yard together. As I headed back home they continued their search.

We saw them several times over the course of the day. They told me they would let me know if they found Ulia, and they asked me to keep an eye out for her on my walks around the hamlet. They said they had been looking for the cat since last Monday. That's all the news for now.