Good vibes needed for lost kitty!

[Biciclista]

Boo-Boo: Took off one day and did not come home. Days passed, weeks... The local animal shelter (who we were in touch with) called one day saying they had found a cat matching his description, dead, hit by a car. Because the cat was not looking good, they didn't want us to look inside the box that they gave to bury. We buried this cat, cried and cried and went on with life. TWO MONTHS later, a meow at the front door at 5:30 AM and there sat Boo-Boo looking no worse for the wear. Some cat had a nice burial but it was not Boo-Boo, who was only 3 at the time. We just lost him last year at the age of 19 and had many wonderful years with him.

Sending positive thoughts that Zorro will find his way back home.

what a funny story~!
I have some too.
My cat disappeared, not an outside cat. after 24 hours i was worried. I had a friend who was an astrologer and she did a chart for me. She said "your cat is being held prisoner by someone else who is a prisoner!" i thought, this is really silly, who would be a prisoner... but wait! my neighbors had a dog that was chained up to a huge tree. We went out back in that direction, and sure enough, we heard faint meowing, the cat was in the tree and couldn't come down because BUDDY the dog wouldn't let him. When the neighbors got home, we convinced them to take Buddy inside and the cat climbed down the tree and ran like mad for home.

[Zen]

WOW Mimi, that is some story!

I keep looking at this thread hoping for good news

[tctrek]

Sending many good kitty vibes--- hoping that Zorro comes home soon!!

[Trek420]

My friends Bob & Jack live in the Oakland hills and had a humongous cat. I forget the cat's name, let's call him Huge Cat or HC for short. He was regal and pure black. If he was any bigger he'd have been a panther.

This cat had appeared at their door and just let himself in. Mixed indoor and outdoor he was "their" cat. They got him a collar, a little cat name tag. Periodically he'd leave for a few days but he always came back.

One day a phone call "your HC is our Bernie". Seems HC was double dipping and had two homes. The two families swapped numbers and would call each other "Bernie is here" "Is HC there?".

Another one more incredible when I was a kid people always dropped litters of kittens on our country road. What are they thinking that kittens will be happier on the road in the country but we had cats and cats and ... one litter included twin brothers we nicnamed "Mo" and "Less". Identical tabby cats right down to the pattern. Less was tan, Mo was grey. We found a home for Mo with a student at the nearby college and kept Less.

About 4 year later on top of the patio fence I see a bedraggled dehydrated scruffy dusty skinny cat and cry out "It's Mo!"

And it was.

He had not been to our home since he was a tiny kitten. He looked pretty bad from what might have been a 4 mile journey from the college area. We imagined his "forever home" got their degree and moved on leaving the cat. But Mo came home, cleaned up, ate, filled out and their he stayed till the end of his days.

He still drooled a little but he was home.

[Norse]

Cats are certainly amazing creatures. Just amazing.

[Tuckervill]

That is a great story, and great NAMES!

Another story reminds me of Otis. It was a dark and stormy night (really!). My parents and I (I was 14) came home from dinner one night in the driving rain, and there, sadly, was Otis, dead in the street. My father waited for the rain to slack off, and went out and buried Otis in the woods while I mourned.

The next day dawned beautiful as it is wont to do, and, as cats are wont to do, Otis came back to life and was scratching at the front door when I left for school!

Karen

p.s., We had a cockatiel named Cosmo'...cuz he cause mo' trouble den he was worth!

[Biciclista]

Okay, I had a cat named Pepe. My DH meant Peppy, but i thought he meant Pepe' like Pepe la pew. :-)

We were renting a house and didn't get along with our landlord very well. He lived 2 houses down from us. After about a year, he evicted us (ah, those were the days) and we moved to a house about 4 miles away. Two weeks later we went on vacation to Texas to visit my mother. When I returned, the house sitter told us Pepe had gone out the first day and never came back. Another week went by. We mourned our kitty. One night D was watching the news and the news caster talked about how he lost a cat and found him again at his old home. So DH kept bugging me to go back there. I didn't want to since we didn't exactly leave on good terms. finally i did. There was a new lady in the house. I described my cat, and she said she'd heard a cat under the house but hadn't for a while... I ran out and the crawl space was all boarded up. With super human strength, I started pulling out the boards because i could hear Pepe meowing!
I got the boards off and lifted my emaciated little cat and took him home, crying all the way. less than a week later, he was looking pretty good. He never strayed again.