AOL and others have a story about a missing cat. What’s the big deal, you may ask? Read on…
The last time Levy’s wife, Kelly, saw Gracie was before she took her husband to the airport. The 24-year-old went back to her house in Palm Beach Gardens late Friday to find the bottom step, where Gracie would usually be waiting, empty.
She tore the house apart looking for the cat, who had been spayed just days before. She and her dad took out bathroom tiles and part of a cabinet to check a crawl space and papered the neighborhood with “lost cat” signs.
Then she got a phone call.
“Hi, you’re not going to believe this, but I am calling from Fort Worth, Texas, and I accidentally picked up your husband’s luggage. And when I opened the luggage, a cat jumped out,” Kelly Levy quoted the caller saying.
The cat had stowed away in dad’s luggage, and flew along with the rest of the baggage (after a trip through the x-ray machine) from Florida to Texas, where the bag was mistakenly claimed by someone else.
I figure that somewhere there’s an x-ray technician who going to read this story and think, “Oh, that’s what that was!” He or she should probably consider avoiding their supervisor for a few days. 
(Thanks for the tip, Jenn.)
