After opening the back door so our cat could go outside again, I started to unpack my suitcase when I heard a cry from the kitchen: “Come here, you need to see this!”
And there, his face buried in the food bowl we had just filled for Sasquatch was Bootsy, his brother that we hadn’t seen for nearly a month.
That was cool.
In early October, Bootsy disappeared. The first night he didn’t come home I was concerned, then after two days I put up flyers. For several more days we combed the neighborhood and I combed the police log for reports of found cats, alive or dead. After three weeks with no sign of him, we feared he would never be coming home and was likely dead.
Bootsy on Halloween, the night after he came home. |
Either way, it was a very nice surprise to see him again. But nowhere near as surprising as the next night, when we brought our first dog home on Halloween! Read that story here.
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