Picture it, you’re chillin’ at home on the weekend with a Cat 4 hurricane bearing down on your town and you hear a light scratching at your second floor apartment door. You open it and a small furry streak zooms past, into your bedroom and under the bed.
It’s a cat. Not your cat, you have a dog.
She stayed under the bed for the night and finally came out in time for breakfast. She even accepted a nice ear rub as the rains begin to come down in sheets. She introduced herself to Rowen (the dog) and seemed unfazed.
The dude that’s on the lease, Barry, is impressed with her self-preservation instincts. He’s convinced she knew she had to “shelter in place” asap.
After things get back to normal he’ll take her to a vet to see if she’s chipped so he can get her home.
He’s hoping he’ll fail. He’s already half in-love with “Harvey.” Yes, Harvey is a girl. She’s a tortie (calicoes and tortoiseshell kitties are almost always girls).
FYI: The cat pictured is not Harvey, it’s Larry. He lives at 10 Downing Street. He comes with the job of Prime Minister. He has good instincts too.