After a couple of hours searching and a stroke of good luck, Arthur is found tucked away in a tree behind a row of expensive townhouses. With a few clicks and rattles of my patented no-cat-can-resist candy tin, the Bengal makes his way down and into my arms. His owner is overjoyed and grateful to get him back. Moments like this make the early starts and endless walking worth it. There’s nothing quite like the relief on someone's face when their beloved pet is back where it belongs.
