Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Home At Last


Boy, you think you have travel troubles. Here is the saga of Gracie Mae.
Some kitty math: How many lives did little tabby Gracie Mae use up when she crawled into her owner's suitcase, went through an airport X-ray machine, got loaded onto a plane, thrown onto a baggage belt and mistakenly picked up by a stranger far from home?
"She's got to be at four or five now," Seth Levy said after his 10-month-old pet was returned Sunday night by a kind stranger who went home to Fort Worth, Texas, with the wrong bag and Gracie inside to boot.
The owners who were frantic trying to find her got a call with some good news. "Hi, you're not going to believe this, but I am calling from Fort Worth, Texas, and I accidentally picked up your husband's luggage. And when I opened the luggage, a cat jumped out."
Fortunately Gracie had a name tag on with the owners phone number. All is well now, and I'm assuming Gracie Mae is resting peacefully.

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