A woman had a beautiful black cat with white feet named Socks. Socks spent his days outside and came indoors only at night. One cool October evening, he disappeared.
She searched for him high and low for several days, but all in vain. The following spring, however, Socks reappeared, looking healthy and clean. She figured he’d just been out sowing his wild oats, and let it go at that.
Everything was back to normal until that autumn, when Socks once again disappeared. The next spring, just as the prior year, he returned. When it happened for the third year in a row, she became very perplexed and decided to investigate. She started by asking her neighbors to see what, if any,
information they might have.
She was down to the last house on the block, the home of an older couple. If they didn’t have the answer, she wasn’t sure where she would turn. So she went up and knocked on the door. The lady of the house answered, and she asked her, “By any chance, have you ever seen a black cat with four white feet around here?”
“A black cat?” the woman said. “With four white feet? Oh my, yes! He’s the sweetest thing. My husband and I kept seeing him outside every fall. We hated it that the poor thing had to be out in the cold, so we decided that when we go south for the winter, we’d take him with us. He’s been going to Florida with us every winter for the last few years.”