My aunt’s neighbor in New York had a beautiful black cat, named Felix, who spent his days outside and came indoors at night.
One cool October evening, he disappeared.
The neighbor searched for him in vain for several days.
The following spring, however, Felix reappeared, looking healthy and clean.
She figured he’s been out sowing his wild oats.
Everything was back to normal until that autumn, when Felix disappeared again.
The next spring, he returned.
Perplexed, my aunt’s friend began asking neighbors for clues.
Finally, she rang the bell of an older couple who lived down the street.
“A black cat?” the woman said.
“Oh, yes!
My husband and I hated to see him out in the cold, so we bought a cat carrier.
We take him to Florida with us every winter.”
