My sisters house cat got out once... he was gone in the coldest part of the winter I can remember two years ago. Even going around to look for him for more than fifteen minutes was torture on the hands and feet.

THREE WEEKS LATER, I was near the front door of the house, and I heard his voice at the door. He was an emaciated, little rat, but he was home. He slept with me in the living room on the floor, which he normally does not do. He had nightmares, and or was dreaming of his adventures in his sleep, but I just lay there and pet him the whole time.

Now, he is about three times as fat as he was in the beginning... maybe guilt on my sisters part, or preparation on his, but either way, THREE WEEKS and he returned. No posters, nothing.

He also was not an outdoor cat. No idea how he made it back. Don't give up hope. Sometimes walk around, and call his name everynow and then, or her name. Or make your favorite kitty sound that he/she liked.

I have my own kitty story of loss to share.

I will paste my web page about her here

<A target="_blank" HREF=http://www.afterfostercare.com/cat.html>http://www.afterfostercare.com/cat.html</A>

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