I went to a meeting this morning, and as I was walking around the building, I noticed a samll red tabby kitten crawl up on the gas tank of a pickup truck. I walked into the nearest open office, where there were a bunch of people, and asked who owned the truck. This fairly burly looking construction worker said it was his. I told him a kitten was under his truck and he jumped up all excited asking if it was dead. I told him no, it was crawling under his truck, and he bolted out the door. I got outside and he had the kitten hugging it and talking baby talk to it. Apparently it had darted out the door last night and disappeared. He had spent half the night looking for it and was convinced it was gone. It was his girlfriend's cat, but he had been caring for it and was really attatched. I was sooo happy to reunite them. If not, I would have had another cat.
