As we walked, neighbor Joyce looked at the house we were passing and said, “Look! There is CAT!”

Sure enough, it was my old friend that used to walk a few yards with me many mornings. I was delighted to see her, having thought she must be dead. I hadn’t seen her in months. She resumed our old routine of greeting, walking a few steps, and stopping for petting before walking again.

As she walked toward me, I took this quick shot. It’s blurred, but I have proof she is still alive. I wondered if she would wait for us to come back and walk with us the opposite way, but there was no sign of her.