Passing strange

A personable neighborhood cat wore a collar, then wore no collar, then sported one labeled "safe cat" that carried three tags, and then went back to no collar. For two weeks or so, there was no collar. Then, we found the missing collar open, on the ground, in our yard, complete with tags. Whether the wind blew it down from one of the trees or whether someone found it and threw it over the fence will never be known. Ponder Lee, also known as Haxley, isn't saying. The collar is back on and there's again a jingle as our four-footed friend approaches to join the evening social circle under the trees.