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Saturday, February 19, 2022

Fido the Hero

 Fido Catches the Thief

Faith’s rescue cat Fido was destroying the newspaper.  For some reason, Fido loved to sit on the paper, kick it around, hide under it, and scratch it up into shreds.  Maybe it was the scent of newsprint?  Whatever it was, it was like cat nip to Fido.

Today however, Fido had separated the pages.  One section of the paper had flown out of Fido’s jumble of chaos.  I checked the date of the paper before going to discard it in the recycle pile.  Much to my chagrin, it was this morning’s Globe.

“Oh Fido!, not today’s paper!”

Fido looked at me questioningly. 

I sat down to read what was left of my Globe.  I had been cleaning all morning and needed a break.  A cup of tea to read what’s happening sounded good to me.

The first thing I noticed was a picture on the page for local news.  There was my raincoat! Yes, my very own raincoat that had been stolen by a salesman.  Yes, I remember it very well because it was so bizarre.  A man had been going around the neighborhood selling solar panels.  He had pushed his way through my front door, reached in, and swiped my raincoat right off the coat rack!

And it wasn’t even a rainy day!  Why would he need a raincoat!

And here it was in this picture.  It was from the police department.  It was put in the paper with the hope that someone could help find him.  He had robbed a group of stores in the Town Plaza.  A security camera had taken a good image of him.  Well, he had a ski mask over his face, so I couldn’t say I recognized him, but I’d know my raincoat anywhere.  I had sewn a button on with the wrong colored thread.  Fido had pulled the button off while playing and I didn’t have that particular color thread, so I used what I had.  Here was that black button sewn on with white thread glaring at me.

“Hey,” Fido.  “Look at this.  My raincoat was used as a disguise to commit a crime.  And I know who did it because I kept his business card after he stole my raincoat.  Let’s call the police.”

Now don’t be surprised if you see Fido in the newspaper.  After all, if she hadn’t pulled my button off, I would never have recognized the raincoat thief.  Fido had inadvertently led the police to the man.  Fido is a hero.



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