Well, Bill, we saw that cat. We worked at the house today. I painted the kitchen. (Tim changed his mind on the color. And then he changed his mind on the finish, and finally, he changed his mind on the color one last time). I painted the kitchen for the final time. Tim was in the back yard moving a shed with his truck. The noise attracted a neighbor boy, a quiet thin boy, smart, a worker. He pitched right in. We offered him work any time that he wanted it, and he was very excited at that opportunity. He looked around and found himself a project right away. Seems like an awfully good kid.
So we were closing the house up, giving Justin his last minute instructions. Tim pulled down the garage door, and much to my horror, I saw a long furry tail emerge from the top of the garage door. I thought for sure the thing was pinched in there, badly injured, even dead, but then two rear legs popped down scrabbling wildly. Tim was staring questioningly at me as I stared beyond him at the garage. Wordlessly, I pointed. He turned, and laughed out loud. Carefully, he raised the garage door, and the cat leapt down, inside the garage. "Here, kitty, kitty!" I called, and he shot out of the garage, past me, and down the driveway like his tail was on fire.
Now that was quite an astonishing photo opportunity there, but unfortunately, well, I was so afraid we'd killed a cat that pictures were the last thing on my mind.
Maybe next time.