and thankfully the wind was blowing from the north so Sammie the destroyer, couldn't smell the cat.  The cat was clearly a young indoor cat that got out and had no idea what to do with itself.  Thankfully my dad and I were 1) working on the backporch 2) had nothing in our hands and 3) was two steps away from Sammie.  Dad was able to turn around and calmly bend down and pet/grab Sammie and I followed the cat into the house and scooted him out the front door.    The cat just hung around the side of the house for about an hour which was driving Sammie crazy as she views cats as a cross between doggy catnip, a chew toy and a fresh steak on Christmas morning wrapped in fur.

By this time enough folks started getting home from work so I started walking door to door and one person decided to take the cat in for several hours until I bugged the right house about if they where missing their cat.