Chow Mane is back. She’s learnt to show up at lunchtime, rain or shine, and yell. I can hear her through the argon-filled double-paned sliding door. She’s lost none of her volume (sound or size) in the last five months. She hasn’t got any smarter. Or less stubborn. Hey, she’s a cat. We’re the ones who are supposed to change.
The cat who yelled, again
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Did you ever find out who she belongs to? (Or who belongs to her as the case may be?)
Nope. But as it's been five months and she looks fatter and sleeker and more well-groomed than ever, we assume its a pretty comfortable home.