homecoming.
My kitty and best friend Pumpkin Bruce ran away about two weeks ago, and I've been so sad and lonely without him. I kept in my heart that he was okay and that maybe someone kidnapped him because he's so sweet and cuddly.
Today I was outside watering my plants and guess who ran up, meowing his asshole little head off! He must have been kidnapped after all and just escaped. He had some blue sticky stuff on his forehead that smells like candy and he's a bit thin, but otherwise okay.
He's been obsessed with me, crawling onto my lap and purring. The little bastard.