I stoppped by the travel agency next door, and met the agent, Chris, a nice friendly lady.
"I stopped to ask about the cat," I started.
Chris beamed. "Oh, she lives with me. I took her home and set up a place in the garage. It has a door so she can go in and out." Chris kept her closed in for a day, and then opened the kitty door, and she was quite content to stay and goes in and out at will. She is very friendly and affectionate.
Chris almost missed getting the cat. Someone else had the kitty in their car, about to "take it for a ride, away from here" and presumably lose it somewhere. Chiis explained that she needed a pet, having had her two previous pets pass away. The person reprieved kitty, and put her back on our door step, and friends of Chris brought her to Chris.
The friend's daughter named the kitty, Jasmin, and Chris let the name stand. So Jasmin has a home. Jasmin is scheduled for a spaying so she wont be raising litter after litter of babies.
I gave Chris the photos I had taken of the cat, when her name was still Carmel-fudge, or whatever, and she was delighted. "Tell folks she has a happy home."
On my way back I saw Inga still looking in the shrubbery for the cat and told her the news and she was pleased. Later I found out that Inga does have a cat here at the old folks home. I asked what her cat was named.
Inga said, "Kitty."