It was a busy day doing chores, and the last one was at Home Depot’s garden department. I took Zing in with me because the store welcomes dogs. Immediately, Zing nosed around the floor by the cash register.
“Cat food,” the cashier said. (Zing loves cat food.)
“It’s Daisy’s food.”
He pointed to a high shelf, and there above the flowers was a yellow cat eyeing us like a furry private detective.
“Our store cat,” he said proudly.
Do all Home Depots have a cat?
“I don’t know,” he said. “But she keeps the mice away.”
Without Zing I would have missed her.