Our parking ramp was the home for a stray cat named Wilson. He was called Wilson because all you could see was his eyes as they peered out from box that he slept in. While he was provided with food and water from the staff, his main focus was hunting at night.

Well, a few weeks back, some do gooder decided that Wilson needed a real home. So they set up an animal trap to capture Wilson. And sure enough, Wilson was captured and a explanation note was posted above his box. It said that he was moved to a real home where he would be fed and cared for.

Well, guess what? When I was walking through the parking ramp yesterday, I saw Wilson. I guess the good life didn’t appeal to him so he ran away only to return to his beloved parking ramp.

Since most people don’t actually live in Lansing, I am guessing that he traveled several miles to return to his real home.

So much for the good life.