…seven lives left
My neighbor’s cute little calico cat MayDay went missing a few weeks ago. She was a rescue cat that was in pretty bad shape when they adopted her a year ago, but was healthy & thriving & had the run of the neighborhood. She ALWAYS came for her morning feeding but didn’t show up one morning, so we were really worried. After a week, we had all but given up and were afraid that something had gotten her. On Day 11, she showed up in the afternoon, meowing like crazy at the door and looking thin but none the worse for wear – ate like a pig, then slipped right back into her routine like nothing ever happened. It’s a mystery, but glad it had a happy ending. Here is a pic I snapped of her yesterday; she was annoyed that I disturbed her nap in the sun and stomped haughtily back to her own yard, turning briefly to give me a disdainful stare:
