His mythical owners were awaited. Notices were displayed in the surgery waiting-room and in the bars of the White Cat concerning the identity of the unknown tabby but they didn’t produce any information. No one knew who he was. Two days after Sammy had been taken by the vet, the girl who fed Monty came to collect her charge. Monty was perfectly fit again and his owners would soon be home. The girl happened to notice Sammy.‘Oh, you’ve got him here, have you? Is he unwell?’‘No, he’s all right really. We’re trying to trace his owners. Do you know him, then?’‘I found him in the Collins’s living-room,’ the girl explained. ‘He’s the cat who was probably stealing Monty’s food.’‘Well! So he’s the culprit. Where does he come from?’‘I don’t know,’ the girl replied. ‘And if no one else does, it begins to look as if he doesn’t have a home, doesn’t it?’‘That’s not likely,’ was the vet’s opinion. ‘He’s too well cared for.’‘He’s quite a handsome cat,’ the girl said.
