“If animals could speak,
the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow;
but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.”
~ Mark Twain
He's not quite himself - the needle on his swag-o-meter is resting on zero. He's not laying around in his usual places, instead he's favoring the bedroom closets. I put him up on the bed for a picture to send to the kids notifying them of his reappearance. He was there as long as I wanted to pet him, then he got up and pushed around on my robe (also on the bed), finished that and leapt down.
We thought he was a goner. With so many deer in the area I didn't imagine his demise at the jaws of a predator. He's "overly" friendly for a cat. I thought someone on the walking trail had taken him to their home (and maybe someone did ... he hasn't missed many meals it seems). All in all, after many outings to find him, I had given up hope. As a matter of fact, this morning was the first morning I didn't go to the back door to let him in ... . One came in for dinner and opted to stay the night. Shadow was there waiting when he opened the door to leave this morning before V was even awake. Amazing.
The bridge was still slightly underwater yesterday. Maybe he was just waiting to come home with dry paws.
Where he has been is a mystery. Did he think of us while he was away ... what happens when he goes outside the next time? All that.