i love Wonton so much...he's my Big Guy. the day he got out and disappeared for a few hours i was devastated. i was driving around the neighborhood, calling to him from my car, sobbing my eyes out (probably shouldn't have been driving like that, but i wasn't thinking straight). i think it really hit me then just how much i love him. i couldn't bear the thought of him out there by himself, scared and cold and hungry - the thought of it killed me. and when i went back to my house, went out in the backyard, and pressed his meowy kitten so it made the meowy noise over and over, after about five minutes, here he came, bounding over the fence, coming to see why his "kitten" was meowing so. i scooped him up in my arms and buried my face in his fur..i've never been so relieved in all my life. i actually said a prayer, and i'm not a religious person at all... but i just said thank you, thank you for bringing him back to me.
when he's sleeping on my lap at night, while i'm surfing the net, and his little wet nose is in the crook of my arm, and he looks so peaceful and happy, and i know i'm giving him a good life, it fills me with a joy that i can't even explain. He's my baby.