Inky, the Lost Cat Ep. 3

I began to wonder if anyone cared about Inky.
Such a sad thought.
Then I got a call from a guy who said, “It looks like my cat.”
“So come and get it,” I said.
He hammered on my door.
I opened it.
He was a big, broad guy in a brown jacket.
Face with a scar.
“Lemme see the cat.”
I picked up Inky.
Inky hissed at him and her fur stood up.
“That’s not my cat,” he said and walked away.
I decided I was Inky’s owner.
I took down all the notices.
I’m not a litter bug.