Our cat came home after being gone 54 days.

[badgercat]

I'm glad to hear he found his way back after all that time. Welcome home, Murray!

[Eden]

Wow - that's amazing. Good for him finding his way home again. I find it interesting how cats seem to get temporary amnesia.... my Koji, who is an indoor only cat, once got out through a hole, basically in our foundation... was only out for one night, but treated us like dangerous strangers for 1/2 a day. He came back in through the hole he exited from - which we promptly boarded up tight. We knew exactly where he was and even coaxed him out once. I got a hold of him and everything, but yup as soon as I tried to move towards the house he totally freaked. I did not get bitten, but he thrashed around and gave me a pretty good scratch on my nose.

[invsblwmn]

So happy that your Murray came home. A similar thing happened to my friend's sister. They lived next to a wooded area. They caught their cat in a humane trap about a week after he went missing. He was crazed, trying to scratch and bite anyone that got near. They thought he might be sick so they took him to the vet. Turns out their neutered male miraculously became intact again. They had caught a feral cat that wasn't theirs. Their cat came home two days later like nothing was wrong. $250 later, that feral cat had all of its shots, got neutered, and sent back to the wild. All's well that ends well, I guess.

[wackyjacky1]

I love happy endings!

I'm going to have to tell this story to a co-worker of mine -- her cat went missing a couple of weeks ago, and she's pretty much given up hope.

[makbike]

Glad this story had a happy ending. Hope the bite wounds have healed. Murray looks like a wonderful furry friend.

[BleeckerSt_Girl]

Thanks for sharing that heartwarming story. So glad he is back safe!

[tulip]

Welcome back Murray! My cat Fudge went missing when she was 3 years old (I was 13). My stepmother found her by the side of the road, brought her home, and we had a funeral. I was a mess for a week. Fudge was my best friend.

A few weeks later, my father was going to work and a black cat was on his car. It took him a few seconds to register--it was Fudge! She had been gone for 3 weeks, and we had a funeral for another cat (or maybe it was just that she used up one of her lives). She was around for the next 17 years, til I was 30!