The cat came back. Not the very next day; it was three weeks later. Lisa and I have been in angst. Or, more properly, Lisa and I had been in angst (we had already stopped mourning his presumed demise).
The back-story: Max became an outside cat about a month ago. We determined that if he was going to use the kitchen as his litter box, he would be deprived of such opportunity. Three days into his adjustment, Brad and Mary’s dog Shadow came over to play with Maggie. Maggie loves any animal, and the cats know that. It annoys them at times, but they definitely know of her love. Shadow has a different kind of love for cats: he loves to chase them. So when Max and Shadow met, it was a brief encounter, indeed. Shadow chased, Max ran, and that was the last we were to see of him. Or so we thought. With his medical conditions, an extended absense most likely meant he was dead.
So imagine our surprise when we walked into the house this evening and Max had broken his way through a window screen and was hanging out in the hallway! Crazy. Wonders never cease.
Cool!
Isn’t there a song – The Cat Came Back?