El Gato

At a busy intersection in Federal Way today stood a group of concerned citizens, a group of cat lovers, a group of people going above and beyond. Rather than putting up a few posters and sitting on the front porch like a bunch of goons, they got off they're asses and tried to find that fucking dog... or in this case, that cat.

They took to the street in a mashup collab looking like the "shame on Macy's" people, the firemen boot collectors, and a gang of midnight bike riders all mixed together. Dawning neon vests, and armed with semi professional 3x2 neon signs, they were on each corner of the intersection, waving their signs, with a picture of their lost cat.

A few things came to mind... was this a joke, was it serious? If the cat was anywhere near an intersection on pacific highway that serves thousands of cars a day, is there any chance in hell the cat is still alive. Where did these civilians find these matching neon super hero costumes, and how much did 6 custom signs and wicked rad outfits cost, possibly the same amount as ol' whiskers???

I passed them on my way to dinner, and 2 hours later on my way home. Although I salute their valiant effort, I'm gonna chalk this one up, world 1, missing cat group 0, whiskers -0.

The pic below was unfortunately on my way back, when they were all congregated on 1 corner, possibly accepting defeat, or, in my mind, eating power bars, and drinking gatorade, before going hands in for a "1, 2, 3, whiskers!", to prepare for another 2 grueling hours on the corner.

Meow.