Look who's back!

Hey Folks,

I awoke this morning at 5:00 AM (after having slept only 5 hours) with a feeling of dread in what the day might bring; or of what it might not bring, regarding my missing cat.
The not knowing is sometimes more stressful than having a bad fact presented to you and having to face it - then and there!

I went over and over in my mind, and with Charles, all of the possibilities of what might have happened to The General. I fretted and cried, off and on, for 3 hours.

I looked around the yard on all sides, as I had done, repeatedly, all day yesterday!
I admonished myself for choosing to let him be an out doors cat and enjoy the freedom cats crave...but still knowing I would not have wanted to confine him. General loved living the life a cat was meant to live...climbing trees- stalking birds- even catching a mouse now and then.

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...About 8:00 AM I took Nighty (my ancient little doggy) to secure her for the day in her place outside. ( She sleeps in the porch but is out during the day)

I was feeling very dejected with the recent turn of events. After having lost my little Sadie recently I felt the cat's disappearance was just too much!



I had about decided that, "Yes! Life, indeed, does SUCK!" as some of my young friends would say!



As I turned to walk back to the house, there near the front of our yard was General Franks! I could hardly believe my eyes! He came right to me, but limping. There is no injury that we can find. He appears to be fine except for the slight limp. I think someone had taken him in and had fed him because he was not hungry and doesn't look like he's lost wt.

He came into the house and right away found this cozy spot on my couch among these pillows. He seems to need the rest so I'll let him be for a few hours.

I think he'll be fine.










Love,


Junie
(Happier!)