fucking MIRACLE
Landmine is home. My cat is home. I nearly cried dear God she is back and in my lap I never thought this would happen.
About three months ago there was a terrible storm at night that Landmine was out in the middle of. She didn't come home that night, and after a few days we started to worry. I think that she went looking for shelter and got lost. We tried calling shelters, putting up signs, but no one was really responding. A month ago we got a call from someone a mile or two away saying they have seen her in their backyard, and that they will try to catch her next time they see her. Of course, since those sightings she didn't turn up again.
This morning at 7am my family rushed in to tell me that she came home. After three months of surviving on her own in the wild she came home. I have no idea how she made it. I don't think I could have survived for that long. She has never been a good hunter and was only an "outdoor" cat for 6 months before going missing. Her voice is totally hoarse and she barely weighs 3 pounds. We gave her a bath and there is practically no meat on her body, where she was actually getting fat last time I saw her.
God I am happy. She is still in my lap, and still rests her chin over my forearm while I type the same way she used to. She meows and rushes to follow me if I get up to leave the room.
I am grilling this little lady a fucking delicious hamburger today is all I'm sayin'.
About three months ago there was a terrible storm at night that Landmine was out in the middle of. She didn't come home that night, and after a few days we started to worry. I think that she went looking for shelter and got lost. We tried calling shelters, putting up signs, but no one was really responding. A month ago we got a call from someone a mile or two away saying they have seen her in their backyard, and that they will try to catch her next time they see her. Of course, since those sightings she didn't turn up again.
This morning at 7am my family rushed in to tell me that she came home. After three months of surviving on her own in the wild she came home. I have no idea how she made it. I don't think I could have survived for that long. She has never been a good hunter and was only an "outdoor" cat for 6 months before going missing. Her voice is totally hoarse and she barely weighs 3 pounds. We gave her a bath and there is practically no meat on her body, where she was actually getting fat last time I saw her.
God I am happy. She is still in my lap, and still rests her chin over my forearm while I type the same way she used to. She meows and rushes to follow me if I get up to leave the room.
I am grilling this little lady a fucking delicious hamburger today is all I'm sayin'.