I was out on one of my morning walks today, enjoying the spring air and lack of disappearing buildings, and came across a cat wandering in the alley behind the pharmacy.

I called out every name I could think of: Whiskerface, Paw Paw, Chastity, Wonton, Bonkers, Gonzo, Tank, Raul, Lampshade, Tuna Sandwich, Sir Meowsalot, Doug Cutie, Cleveland Ohio, Cat Cat, Buford, Dodge Catavan, and even Baby Jimmy. Then I remembered the name of the cat everyone was looking for way back sometime last year and said, “Mr. Business,” and it looked at me and eventually came over. He is very sweet and even let me carry him home.

But now I cannot remember who lost it in the first place. Does this handsome cat belong to anyone?