Oliver Jones

I like to post my rescue stories whenever I remember to. The most recent was last summer. I had just started my job at Allstate. I was taking my son to the park after work one day when suddenly I changed my mind and decided to go to the cemetery on Sycamore--I know, great place for a kid, right? I was drawn to a civil war statue that I used to pass. At night it is lit up and the only thing you can see clearly. we walked around, following the U-shaped path when we passed an orange tabby sitting on a flat tombstone. I rushed back home to get my sister to help me catch the cat. Turns out, he was friendly, so the box and blankets and food-bait we brought were not necessary. Without a collar to give us a name, I called him Oliver Jones, because that was the name from the tombstone where we found him. We took him home and fed him. Turns out, he had an owner who was looking for him and his name was gimpsy. I prefer Oliver Jones. It felt good to reunite him with his loving home.

hopefully, more rescue stories to come