Though he is back safe and sound, my son's cat went missing last week for four days. My son was of course heart-broken. I was frustrated because here was a problem that Papa couldn't solve for him. I was a little guilty too because I suspect the cat got lost by following me to the store without my knowledge.
Anyhoo, T-Joe was found a block from our house by someone who took him home. I had placed a lost cat request at the humane society and when the lady called in, she was given my name. So I guess Papa did manage to save the day, anyway, with the help of a nice lady.
T-Joe is on restricted priveleges. He gets to go outside only in the day when we are home.
He is still as ornery and as much of a jerk as he ever was. When the lady called and said how nice he was, I thought, despite the spot-on physical description, she had to have a different cat.
Someone who definitely is not happy about his return is our other cat Sitka, who hates him with a white-hot passion and is the victim of his sneak attacks. The four days he was missing were among the happiest of her life.
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Originally posted by otterpop
Fenny is obsessed with the Chuck-it. He would run himself to death if given the chance. We have to give him breaks when playing with it because his sides will be heaving and he'll be foaming at the mouth and still he begs for more. 
(kidding, not wanting to do that...)
