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A rare post to commemorate an incredible event. I'm having my shoulder "biscuited" by a tiny, grey, round-headed kitten I thought I'd never see again. It's my precious, pissy Pris. She's alive. She's awfully thin and missing one of her fangs, but otherwise appears none the worse for her YEAR long adventure. She even seems mildly enthused about seeing me - although she says we need to talk about the other cats who've come into the house in her absence.
Thank you to the Cat Mother and all those who put energy into Pris' safety and return. Time for kitty pile.
Thank you to the Cat Mother and all those who put energy into Pris' safety and return. Time for kitty pile.