Yesterday as I went from our house to the MIL's for her evening meds, I stopped as always to check the food in the cat house. Surprisingly, when I opened the door there was what looked to be a grey & white kitten in there eating and startled it was looking down for the way out.
I said, "What do we have here? thinking I was going to pick up a small kitten" and the small cat looked up and then I was the one surprised. The cat was my Precious who had gone missing 6 months ago.
I always kind of thought someone had taken her and kept her in because I always use safety/breakaway collars they can get out of if they are hung up on anything. On the other hand, I did wonder if something bad had happened to her and went through my guilt on and off over that. Of course with her returning to me I really believe that someone has had her locked in somewhere and she finally managed to escape.
I think I may take her to the vet tomorrow to be checked out. She seems OK, but her breathing seems to be a bit more rapid than I like. She has no temperature or injuries that I can see and she remembers us and her home, (which kind of surprised me).
The one thing that looks odd to me is her tail and it looks just like Lippy's, (the feral that lives outside), tail which is flat on the underside and looks a little dented in at the base. Maybe it has something to do with a cat being outside all the time.
Right now her comfort zone seems to be on the chair cushion in front of my monitor or my chair when I go upstairs.
Anyway... I just had to share this news. I keep looking at my little dynamo and grinning in awe. I surely never thought I'd see her after all those months.
What a wonderful feeling it is to have my little Precious laying in front of me.
I said, "What do we have here? thinking I was going to pick up a small kitten" and the small cat looked up and then I was the one surprised. The cat was my Precious who had gone missing 6 months ago.
I always kind of thought someone had taken her and kept her in because I always use safety/breakaway collars they can get out of if they are hung up on anything. On the other hand, I did wonder if something bad had happened to her and went through my guilt on and off over that. Of course with her returning to me I really believe that someone has had her locked in somewhere and she finally managed to escape.
I think I may take her to the vet tomorrow to be checked out. She seems OK, but her breathing seems to be a bit more rapid than I like. She has no temperature or injuries that I can see and she remembers us and her home, (which kind of surprised me).
The one thing that looks odd to me is her tail and it looks just like Lippy's, (the feral that lives outside), tail which is flat on the underside and looks a little dented in at the base. Maybe it has something to do with a cat being outside all the time.
Right now her comfort zone seems to be on the chair cushion in front of my monitor or my chair when I go upstairs.
Anyway... I just had to share this news. I keep looking at my little dynamo and grinning in awe. I surely never thought I'd see her after all those months.
What a wonderful feeling it is to have my little Precious laying in front of me.
