A couple of days past, I searched the area and called for Scottie. I went back to my old address, a few blocks away, where I originally got Scottie, searching – no luck. I got another phone call.
“I have your cat,” the voice on the phone said.
“Oh, good. Where do you live so I can come over?” I said.
“I have your cat,” he said again. This time with a little laugh.
“Where do you live? I can come over right now,” I said.
“Do you want your cat?”
“Yes, where is he?”
Silence with some breathing noise. This was a crank call, I realized. He doesn’t have Scottie. So I hung up. He called back, saying the same thing. I hung up again. And when he called back again, I let it go to voicemail.
I listened to the message he left. It consisted of some background noises then he said, “Do you want your cat?” He sounded like a teenaged boy. At this point, I was glad I hadn’t put my address on those posters.
He kept calling, leaving the same message or none at all. I blocked his number. He left one more voicemail, but I did not respond. He stopped calling.
When another call came through, I thought it might be him on another line, but it was an excited woman.
END OF PART TWO
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