How I Found My Home: Part Three

The boy peep remained convinced (because I was such a beautiful cat) that somebody simply had to have been looking for me, but they gave my description to the SPCA and heard nothing back. "We have to alert the neighbourhood," the peeps said. "If this was our kitten, we'd be heartbroken if she was missing!" So the boy made a poster and walked up and down nearby streets, putting it up on telephone poles and bulletin boards, sure in the belief that my owners would see the poster and come to pick me up.


But after a few days, they still hadn't heard from my owners.

To be continued...