Pass it on

I received a letter today and inside was a story that I was asked to pass on...

Pete was once a taxi-driver, one of his regular passengers was a lovely woman who he was very fond of. She told him this story - he in turn passed it on to his sister, she passed it to me and now I'm passing it on to you.

Yohanna was a woman who owned a local shop, her cat would lay in the window, sunning itself.

One of her customers who came in everyday told her that he felt it wasn't right for a cat to be in a shop. She told him she didn't care as all he ever bought was a newspaper.

Yohanna eventually retired to a remote cabin in Canada with her beloved cat. It's thought she was in her 70's.

One day her neighbour who lived some distance down a track heard a terrible noise, screaming and howling - and took off up the track to see what it was. He found Yohanna's cat in the mouth of a dog - who had wandered down the track and thought it was lunch. Yohanna had seen the attack and had run from the cabin and was beating the dog with her stick to let go of her cat, and screaming at it.

The woman in the taxi explained that it wasn't a dog - but a wolf. Pete asked what happened to the cat. The woman exclaimed "oh it's fine it just walks with a limp now'. x