I didn't find Fluffy
I check Petharbor.com
regularly, in case little Fluffers winds up in the shelter. (We're operating under the assumption that he has loved his way into a new, wonderful home, but I feel that I should make sure anyway.)
Yesterday they had a "Maine coon" of an unknown sex. I called to ask if it had a fluffy tail. "Yes, actually it does." Okee! I went to the shelter after work.
But it wasn't Fluffy. She was old and sweet. I pet her for a bit and assured her that whoever gave her that pink collar would probably come looking for her.
This is the one that broke my heart. Look at this sweet, sad little girl. I couldn't get her to perk up no matter what I did. She just sat there, resting her head on the gate. Ahh, I wish my efforts to talking Balu into getting a dog were more successful!