Just a quick one this time, but it’s pretty significant. We finally know about Scotty’s actual owners.
He was lifted from his regular hour-or-seven morning nap on my bed and taken to the vet this morning by my parents, on account of a swollen foot. We’d not seen how it had happened so we had no idea where the injury had come from, but it didn’t look too good.
At the vet it was unveiled that he had a microchip that could be used to contact his owners. They were phoned up by the vet and probably very much relieved to hear that their cat was safe and in good hands – apparently they’d booked an appointment with the vet the same day and had been frantically looking for him.
They’ve politely asked us to stop feeding him, which is understandable. He’s gotten pretty demanding since we started and is probably a tad overweight. He’ll probably keep coming just for attention and the off-chance that he’ll be fed a scrap of roast beef or something. Apparently the other cat that comes to visit us (Smoky) will continue to be fed, and Scotty usually lets him feed in peace anyway – Smoky’s pretty dominant.
Anyway, we have a house party tonight, so back to the preparations. 😛