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Was out wandering in an urban area, with my (current) cat. At length, found myself in a large, rambling building. Other people, possibly (compared to me) younger, maybe even 'college age' seemed to be hurrying in and through doors, down staircases as if hurrying off to class or to work. To my dismay, my cat got excited, scared, or simply caught up n the 'rush' and skittered after one of these people, except I couldn't quite catch which doorway she'd gone down.
Anxious that she was now missing, and overwhelmed at the size of the complex in terms of searching for her, I became a bit hopeless about the situation, but wandered about, looking for help. Actually, looking for HOW to get help, in that place.
At one point, found myself with a couple of people, a man and woman. We probably talked a bit, but then the woman (who in some way reminded me of a facebook friends-lister from the Boston area), took me up on an aerial tour of the urban area and/or the complex, in some sort of flying craft. I asked her how I could get a comprehensive search done done for my cat, and she indicated it would require me to pay some ungodly, more-than-the-average-person-would-ever-be-able-to-gather amount of money.
Back on the ground again, I went to this area where there was a sort of service desk, to, despite the not very encouraging information I'd received, ask about my cat getting found. I was a bit taken aback when I seemed to be talking to what I think was the head honcho (and possibly, not sure, the guy I'd been talking to along with the woman before being taken on the aerial tour). Despite what the woman had implied, he was very helpful; no mention was made of any outrageous fees (had she punked me?), and he quickly got someone on a phone or similar communications device for me to talk to about searching for my missing cat. Yet, even as I took the phone and began to talk to the guy, my cat was sudenly there, in that room... I gave her a pat, and instead of what I'd intended to say, found myself thanking the guy on the phone for having (apparently) searched for and found her. Even as I did so, though, I found myself a bit confused.... My cat didn't have those faint red tiger markings on her back there, did she? Was this really my cat? Well, it must be...maybe I'd mis-remembered her exact markings...
Anxious that she was now missing, and overwhelmed at the size of the complex in terms of searching for her, I became a bit hopeless about the situation, but wandered about, looking for help. Actually, looking for HOW to get help, in that place.
At one point, found myself with a couple of people, a man and woman. We probably talked a bit, but then the woman (who in some way reminded me of a facebook friends-lister from the Boston area), took me up on an aerial tour of the urban area and/or the complex, in some sort of flying craft. I asked her how I could get a comprehensive search done done for my cat, and she indicated it would require me to pay some ungodly, more-than-the-average-person-would-ever-be-able-to-gather amount of money.
Back on the ground again, I went to this area where there was a sort of service desk, to, despite the not very encouraging information I'd received, ask about my cat getting found. I was a bit taken aback when I seemed to be talking to what I think was the head honcho (and possibly, not sure, the guy I'd been talking to along with the woman before being taken on the aerial tour). Despite what the woman had implied, he was very helpful; no mention was made of any outrageous fees (had she punked me?), and he quickly got someone on a phone or similar communications device for me to talk to about searching for my missing cat. Yet, even as I took the phone and began to talk to the guy, my cat was sudenly there, in that room... I gave her a pat, and instead of what I'd intended to say, found myself thanking the guy on the phone for having (apparently) searched for and found her. Even as I did so, though, I found myself a bit confused.... My cat didn't have those faint red tiger markings on her back there, did she? Was this really my cat? Well, it must be...maybe I'd mis-remembered her exact markings...