Reply #45: Come home, Mordechai, kitty, kitty...

[Callie McAllie]

My good old cat Callie, for whom I name myself, was missing for a week as a kitten. She got caught in someone's garage before they went on vacation. She came home thinner, and complaining, but healthy and whole. And lived for 19 years after that!

More recently, my skinny cat Simon, went missing. After a few days, we put flyers up around the neighborhood and in people's doors. We live in a college town, and the day after I put out the flyers, a young woman called us. She and her roommates had taken Simon in, thinking he was lost, it was cold (not that cold!). But he didn't get along with her cat, so she took him to the pound that morning! My husband went down to the pound, couldn't find him at first, but I could see his picture on the pound's web site, so I insisted he keep looking. Sure enough, Simon was hiding under a blanket. Now my husband tells people Simon is his hero, ran away from home and shacked up with coeds. :-)

Here's hoping Mordechai will be home safely soon!