So yesterday morning as I was leaving for work. I looked down into the stair well of our apartment. I have no idea what told me to look there, but I saw a very frightened cat trying to hide in the corner. I slowly approched and talked nice. She looked at me then talked to me. He body weight was fine so I knew she had not been out long. I got her to come out a little, but then she tried to climb under our door into the basement. Well in the process she cut her face. Then she warmed up to me a bit and came up by me. I asked around our appartments and no one knew who she belonged to. I got her close enough to find out that she was a girl and that she was front paw declawed. She followed me up the stairs and tried to get into appartment #8. So I knocked and asked if it was thier cat they said no, but wasn't I sweet for trying to find her home. So I decided I couldn't leave her out there. So I got a carrier, put her int he carrier & took her into my bathroom. She didn't like the other cats. I called into work, the proceeded to walk the neighborhood putting up signs. I talked to the people next door so they knew I had her in my appartment. Around 1 I had to leave to go to my internship. I came back & my neighbor asked if I had talked to the lady from next door. Well the lady came over & showed me a photo of her cat in her cell and sure enough it was her. Her name was Princess, but I was calling her Ellie May. As soon as she saw the lady she crawled right into her arms & off they went. I was thrilled, the woman was very thankful her kitty was safe. So all & all it was a good ending.
