Back home in foggreydrizzlecold July that is San Francisco. I was so smart the last two summers to return much later–I had forgotten how depressing this month can be. Like Alaskans who head for the lower 48 in February to alleviate their cabin fever, it wouldn’t surprise me to find out that most San Franciscans take July off. But what a surprise to find a message from the Animal Control Center waiting for me: they found Dipsea through the chip in her shoulder, and she was eager to return home after 9 months abroad. And I thought I was the traveler! We’re one big happy family again.
(I adopted Dipsea 19 months ago. After about 10 months in my care she decided to try her luck elsewhere, so–at 5am one morning she took flight out of my 3-story window. I later got a cryptic call in response to my ‘lost cat’ posters from a young woman named Trinidad, asking how I had come up with the name ‘Dipsea’. I suspect that Dipsea was renamed briefly during her stay with Trinidad, somewhere in Outer Mission where she was found last week. She’s a slippery cat to hang on to, isn’t she?)
