Domino was a black and white cat. [Doy, “Domino.”] Domino did really cool tricks. Like, if you stuck a tissue through the hole in the bottom of a paper shopping bag and held the paper shopping bag at waist level, Domino totally ran for and jumped into the bag. Domino had faith you were going to hold that bag and not let her go toppling down, you were going to hang on and wrestle with the bag and tissue and Domino all up in the air.
Domino was smart.
Domino visited a lot too.
One day Domino stopped visiting.
I did not know Domino’s owner. But I knew Domino’s name from Domino’s collar. And I knew Domino’s address from Domino’s collar. I had just only needed the name till Domino stopped visiting.
I waited. A day passed. Two days passed. Three. Four. Five. Six.
Do you know how dumb an alleged adult feels knocking on a stranger’s door saying, Hi, I am looking for Domino — your cat?
But I did. I showed at Domino’s address, knocked on the door, and when the man opened the door, that is what I said.
Domino had had an unfortunate tail accident so did not get to go out for a week, but was recovering nicely and got to come over and play two days later.