Your cat had been missing for days.

So today you did another round of poster printing and walked around the neighbourhood again, desperate to find him, putting up the damn posters anywhere you could. Suddenly, your eyes landed on a man, standing in his yard, holding… your cat. You let out a shout of relief.

"This fella’s yours?" The man asked, your cat comfortably snuggled in his arms. "I’m not sure how long he’s been in my garden for… He seems to like me."