When I was a teenager (many moons ago ), my sister's cat went for a ride a couple hours away in the horseshoer's truck (locked in the back, hammers, horseshoes, the whole metal nine yards ), and of course, lept out and took off when the truck stopped and the doors were opened . Couldn't find him, left numbers with the people in the area, waited a while, and then my parents decided he was gone, and got my sister a new kitten. About 3 months later, a lady called, said she thought she had our cat, and sure enough, it was him- pitifully skinney and a little traumitized, but okay. Don't give up hope quite yet- you never know .
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9/17/06 at 1:25pm