Poor Gracie Mae

You may have read the story in your newspaper.  Unbelievable, but true.  And with a happy ending. 

Seems that Kelly Levy took her hubby to the airport and noticed that her poor kitty cat wasn't in her usual spot when Kelly arrived back home.  She searched high and low, looking for the poor baby cat--only ten months old. She and her father even took out some bathroom tiles to check a crawl space.  

Meanwhile, her poor husband arrived at his destination and lost his suitcase.  You know those ubiquitous signs that warn us that "many bags look alike?" Apparently someone grabbed Kelly's hubby's suitcase. 

But the fellow, who turned out to be Rob Carter from Fort Worth, Texas, opened the bag and a cat--Gracie Mae--jumped out.  He "screamed like a little girl"  (I would scream like a BIG girl), and then, after much coaxing, got the cat out from under the bed.  Fortunately, Gracie Mae was wearing a collar with her phone number on it.  So Kelly got a phone call and, a few days later, she got her cat back. 

Good thing--Rob was going to name the cat "Suitcase." 

The moral of this story is:  if you're a cat, stay out of things that are traveling.  And if you're a cat owner, better count your kitties before they're packed.  

~~Angie