I found this notice taped up on the outside door of my office building this morning. It almost made me cry. The poor kid-- he loves his cat. Look at his little drawing of Spanky-- prancing along, sniffing the air, all stripes. Spanky looks a bit like 9, too, which of course doesn't help. It would make my day if I found Spanky hiding out under the back steps of our office and I could call Andrew with the good news. But I haven't seen any stripe-y cats around here lately.