I called my mom yesterday because I was bummed about Mo being gone. Even at 30-something years old, it's still comforting to hear my mom's voice.
She assured me that Mo would show up sometime, and not to worry. We laughed about how mischievous he is when he's around, and how the cat that didn't want Mo to live with us, Seven, seemed lost without him.
We exchanged "I love yous," and disconnected.
I was still bummed.
When I got off work, I planned on doing what I'd been doing every night since Mo escaped - putting up more signs, checking the kitty trap (Rose was nice enough to loan me hers) and walking up and down my street with a flashlight, searching for Mo.
In heavy rain, I hurried to the house, but stopped to call for Mo. I didn't think he'd be there, because he hadn't been for more than a week.
Then, I heard him "meow."
Shivering and soaked, Mo peeked out from under the bush at the corner of our porch. I talked to him in the baby-kitty talk I won't even try to imitate here (for fear of looking like a complete fool).
I said to him, "C'mon, let's go in the house," and walked towards the steps. Mo stayed where he was.
I was glad to see him, but it was raining, and cold. Did I mention that my cute shoes were getting wet?
I went over to Mo, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and carried him into the house. Like any parent, I scolded him, "What is wrong with you? Why did you leave the house? Do you know how worried we were?"
Big surprise - he didn't respond (He's a cat, silly).
He ran upstairs, and began walking around the familiar area. I was mad at him for making me worry, but relieved to have him at home.
By the time I woke up this morning, we'd fallen back into our normal, family routine. He jumped up on my chest and put his nose in my face, looking at me as if to say, "Are you awake?"
So, long story short (too late), Mo is at home, safe and sound.
Hey, glad your cat came back! I was wondering what the outcome was there.
Nothing like a cat to bring fun and chaos into your life; nothing so sad when that fun and chaos is gone: glad Mo came back to keep you sane(smile).
I'm so happy to hear the rascal is home! Now Brent and I can stop yelling for Mo on our walks with Lucy.
yay! welcome back, mo!
He came back!!
Im so thrilled! I'll bet Seven is too! Ive been scared to ask about the escapee....
I bet he is pitiful too - and yet telling Seven at the same time how fabulous he is for escaping and being an outdoor, bad-to-the-bone kitty for a week....