Seven weeks ago, my cat Timmy came up missing. John didn't hesitate. He packed a grip and hit the road. John drove through the night and arrived at 6:15 the next morning. He snatched my favorite photo of Timmy and the ball of yarn and headed out to begin his search. He was relentless and tireless, stopping only for an occasional meal and a very brief encounter with a schoolmarm named Gretchin. Three days passed and my slumber was broken by the rapid knocking upon my window. It was John, and in his arms was the beautiful full blood Siamese cat. He handed me the purring bundle and smiled his little John smile. He said, "Here's your Timmy. No thanks are necessary." And with that, he departed into the darkness. He gave of his time and his heart. I won't soon forget John. An amazing man. Not sure what to do with the cat, though. Timmy is a Persian and doesn't get along with this stupid Siamese cat.
Love ya John.
