A Public Service Announcement from Chewbacca’s Human: micro-chip your furry friends

Yesterday Chewie and I may have had the opportunity to do a good deed.  After what seemed like hours of listening to a small child whining somewhere off my porch, I went to investigate.  Pulling up my blinds revealed a beautiful little black and white cat with his paw on my back door.  He was beautiful, you know, with the big, big eyes.  And I don’t even like cats.  Not one bit.

But since I became Chewie’s human, I’ve become a little more sympathetic to the plight of the animal.  Growing up in NY I remember tons of ‘regulars’ wandering the neighborhood, but the only stray anything on 4 legs I see in Bridgeport is the occasional squirrel, raccoon or skunk.

So I decide to check if our guy’s got tags like Master Chewie.  He seems harmless enough.  And I open the back door.  The black and white cutie-pie looks up at me with the big eyes and places a tentative first paw onto my zebra rug.  I couldn’t believe he was coming in!  But I’d invited him, right?  Now all I can think is fleas, fleas, FLEAS.  Fleas all over my house and my puppy.

But apparently Chewie was thinking INTRUDER!  Because he let out the longest and loudest string of barks I have ever heard come out of his 3.5 pound little body.  Of course, when I looked again the pretty kitty was G O N E.

That guy. *shakes head*  That guy is ready to nuzzle right up to the local skunk.  But share his domain with a feline, he will not.  So if your little guy is wandering around Fairfield County looking to be returned, on Chewie’s behalf, I sincerely apologize.