One week later, Mom and Ron went to San Francisco with the train and walked all over to look for the cat. It is a beautiful area where she was lost, but they could not find her. They also talked to some more people and went to the animal shelter. Again no result.
That same Sunday evening, Tanya had a call from a lady to inform her that a cat was seen in someone's yard, and it looks like the one on the flyer. Tanya went there right away, and sure enough - it was Trouble in the yard!
The Pacific Heights neighborhood lady helped Tanya put the cat in the very same box she was transported in for the trip to San Francisco. The lady then offered to drive them back to Tanya's apartment.
Around 9:30 PM, Dad and Ron went to San Francisco to get the cat. Trouble was rather thin, but she was soon used to her home again. On the way back from the city we made sure not to let her out of the box - no matter how loud she was. At the time all this was first noted in December of 1995, Trouble was 12 years old.
Beginning in the fall of 1998, Trouble started to sleep almost the entire day and just sat around and had watery eyes and very bad breath. The night of February 11th to the 12th, 1999, she died. She was found only a few feet from where she joined us on the driveway in 1983.
Trouble had been named that for obvious reasons, but she was also called Muzzle by Ron. She seemed to respond better to that name in her latter years. Of course, she also was called - at various times - these following names: The Cat, the damned cat, that damned cat, bitch, bitch-cat, baby, poopie, poopsters, fecal cat, fecal head, fecal paws, fecal, shithead, dummy, dummy cat, dumbass . . . and a few others not worth mentioning. But, these were always terms of endearment for Trouble.
We miss you Trouble and will always remember the brightness you brought us . . .
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