After my appointment this morning, I decided to cruise by the beach in my car on Scenic Road to check the waves. I get a "RESTRICTED" call on my cell phone. I pick up the call illegally without my hands-free device, and there's a lady with a foreign accent in distress...
"I zink we hove your lost cat here, he is on Zzenic Voad and 12th! He is heading...ahh... North I zink, oh, maybe vee lost heem". I reply "Oh, thank you so much for calling, I am about 10 seconds away! I'll come get him!"
So as I am approaching 12th street, I power my passenger side window down, slow to a stop and call him... "Briar! Briar Kitty!" and he pops up in the window and jumps in the passenger seat. He lays down and is panting like a dog (he does this regularly). The people are shocked and laughing at the same time. I yell out my window... "He likes the beach! Thanks again for calling! Have a nice day!". On my way home I razzled his head as he gnawed at me.
He hung out on the patio for about an hour, now he's gone again!