After being missing for over 24 hours, our cat, Tiggerbutt, came home. We were all very worried about him because he's an indoor cat. Our last cat, Ziggy, was an indoor/outdoor cat who came and went as she pleased. She lived to be 19 so I don't think it hurt her any. We've been afraid to let Tiggerbutt out because we figured he'd get his ass kicked by the monster tom that lives in the storm drain in our back yard.
We walked the neighborhood after work yesterday as it dawned on us that unless the cat was out in the open, or up on somebody's porch; we'd never see him. We went home all dejected thinking he was gone for good.
We left the garage door up last night in case he should wander by and recognize his old hangout. (The closed garage is the closest he comes to the outside world.) My husband got up around 1:00 a.m., went downstairs and looked out into the garage and, lo and behold, there was Tiggerbutt! I was sound asleep when I felt hubby plop down on my side of the bed. I didn't respond thinking, "Hey, I'm sleeping here!" He plopped down again. I remained still thinking maybe the old bear trick would work and he would lose interest. Then he said my name loudly. Shit. I opened my eyes and he was sitting there holding the cat. All was once again right with the world. The cat's all lovey now but spooks easily. I hope he relaxes soon 'cuz I don't want him to be a tweaky cat.
"But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away."
-Harry S. Miller
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that's good news. when i talked to dad on tuesday he was VERY upset.
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