I'm so glad you're reunited with your fur-baby. They fill up the empty spaces in a house, don't they? What a great Thanksgiving present. Sandpaper kisses, purring, whiskers tickling yur neck...
My Finbar came to me as a young, ear-mite-ridden stray when I was grieving for my 19-year-old Larla who had passed away a couple of months before. He came into my house, took over, made me laugh all the time, gave Dulcie a lot of exercise and he had me at "meow."
I miss them. I'll see those babies in January.
It will be a great homecoming!
My daughter's house is like a magnet for strays..Purty was a stray that climbed in her attic and had kittens..They heard the mewing..I eventually got Purty because she attached herself to me and my room when I visited..and I talked them out of her..I loved that cat so much..She was always by my side and pulling funny stunts. I was never going to have another cat when she died of cancer..but I always say that because the loss hurts so much.