The Continuing Story of Alfie

About a week had passed since the family had taken the stray cat.
One evening I received a phone call from a local man who had lost his cat and had read the card in the village shop and as he described his cat I realised it was the stray who had come into our garden. I explained to him that a family had come around a week ago and the cat had appeared so they took him away convinced he was their lost cat. Unfortunately I didn't get a name, address or a phone number though I knew the tiny village where the family lived it was right out in the countryside and in a beautiful location.
The man explained to me that he already had ten cats and that seeing the little black one had landed on his feet he thought he was far better off with his new owners rather than with him. He ended the conversation relatively pleased saying 'Good luck to him at least he ended up in a good home' and reassuring me it wasn't my fault so I had nothing to worry about.
I was somewhat relieved as I had given away someones cat to total strangers but at the end of the day it was a good outcome for all the parties involved. The local chap with ten cats had one less cat and was happy with his cats good fortune and the family now had a cat to replace the one they had lost.