This happened on Friday night just as I was packing to leave.
My mobile was ringing and it was the vet, so Sass answered. After a short period of confusion, she said, Hang on, I'll put Mum on.
Hi, so...um... we have Gary here....
Gary was perfectly fine. As it transpired, a couple had spotted him - probably right outside our house - and recognised the collar I'd left on him since he was last boarding at the vet. I can only imagine they have pets who go there as it's a generic hospital-type tag with no reason to connect it. It looks like this.
Anyway, for some reason, they supposed Gary had escaped said vet, so got him in their car and drove him there.
I can imagine that short drive wasn't pleasant. Gary hates the car and yowls the entire way - but when I take him, he's trapped in a cat carrier - and I assume on this trip he was free ranging.
Arriving at the vet, the receptionist bought into the escape story pandemonium and panic ensued; staff were informed, cages were checked and heads counted.... nope, no-one missing.
Booking were finally referred to and yep - Gary wasn't meant to be there.
Hmmm.
I have no idea if the well meaning couple were still on the premises - I almost hope not. Whoops.
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