Tuesday night was busy for everyone. Jeff played softball. I went to a TribLocal citizen's journalist meeting. Katie and Kate went with Meg to check out the new tropical sno in town. Between our comings and goings, Ozzie slipped undetected into the night. We called and called, shined his laser and then called some more. I expected to hear Ozzie's loud meow in the middle of the night, but instead I heard thunder and rain. Oh, poor Ozzie.
Early the next morning, Ozzie was huddled on the front porch out of the rain, eager to come inside and looking none the worse for wear. Except his collar and all the medallions were gone. Oh, poor Ozzie.
My first thought was that someone tried to steal Ozzie away in the middle of the night, and he escaped. But how many catnappers are out prowling in the rain for stray feline victims? Not many, I'm told. It's more likely his collar is hanging from a tree branch out of view until autumn leaves fall or Ozzie fesses up - whichever comes first.
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