In the craziest turn of events ever- it wasn't my cat! My Stinky Baby is home, alive, and well. He stinks worse than usual,but I'll forgive him for that. I got home from church, and there he was sitting on his favorite perch in the garage. I thought I was seeing things at first. But there's a freshly bathed (and yet still smelly), striped tabby, sitting on my head right now, chattering away. Its definitely my cat.
The cat I found in the road and mourned must have just been his twin!
Love live Stinky Baby and his remaining 8 lives!
YAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!
ReplyDeleteYay!
ReplyDeleteWhat a surprise!
from the bitterness of mourning to ecstatic levels of joy. Congratulations.
ReplyDeleteWow. I'm really happy for you! I know how hard it is to keep adventurous cats indoors and safe, and how grateful you are when they finally come home.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I'm glad you mourned the other cat, even though he wasn't yours. I think everything/one deserves some mourning when they pass. I'm sure your kindness was noted on the other side.
Wow! That is awesome...for you at least.
ReplyDeleteGlad you had a little miracle come your way.
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