Everything changed with a voicemail. I was used to my cat getting into trouble. Bootsy always had a tough time respecting other people’s boundaries. When a concerned neighbour called the number on his collar I assumed the worst; that he had snuck in and eaten their roast dinner or some such.
That wasn’t the case – it was a courtesy call. Bootsy was sleeping on a back veranda chair, the caller said, and was more than welcome to stay as long as he liked.
