Complete with a cat pic so it's worth reading
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.c ... z0hGVbxbQ4
Our two daughters were heartbroken. We posted signs, combed the neighborhood and called the microchip registry to make sure she was on file. The days of her disappearance turned into weeks, months, then years.
Then one evening, a few weeks before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A middle-aged woman stood there in the dark peering at us quizzically. "Have you lost a cat?" she asked. No, I replied, knowing that our three cats, now all kept permanently indoors, were safe and sound. "An orange-ish cat?" she persisted. "I found her in the Presidio." Our family gave each other startled looks and said in unison, "Dicey?" Indeed, it was.
Turns out, Dicey's guardian angel is a woman named Tina who feeds lost and hungry animals. One night, while putting out food less than a mile from our house, Tina spotted the famished and parasite-ridden Dicey shyly eyeing her.
After a few feeding sessions, Dicey trusted the kind stranger enough to be picked up. Tina took Dicey to a vet, where they scanned the identity chip and found our address. If you've ever wondered if microchips work, let Dicey set you straight.
Once tucked inside, safe and sound, Dicey didn't even give her former nemesis a second glance. Ripley is nothing compared with what she was up against in the great outdoors. Quickly re-establishing herself as queen of the house, Dicey is the first of our four kitties in line at the food bowl and has already put on 3 pounds.