I know I am probably being ridiculous, but my dear little cat hasn’t come home after being out and about for 12 hours. He’s usually such a creature of habit, coming home for his lunch and having an afternoon nap. Even on a very outdoorsy day he will be home by 5 or 6, ravenous for some chicken.
He’s not yet 2 years old - was adopted from CP back in September and is very attached to me. Usually I only have to call his name from the doorstep and he comes galloping home for food and cuddles. If he gets stuck somewhere he miaows very loudly, but tonight the silence is deafening. Early on he had a collar with a tracker, but he managed to shed the collar within a week. I hate to think of him being somewhere out there and I don’t know where.
Please tell me reassuring stories about how they come home after unexpected adventures!