We didn’t find him. He found us and as a matter of fact, he’s sleeping under the front steps right now.
The problem with this cat is he isn’t neutered, which means he goes where the wind blows. There’s no keeping track of him because every time we think he’s asleep in the garage, we go out to find an empty bed. The only time we have a sliver of confidence is when there’s a snow storm. We’ve learned that he doesn’t like to travel in the snow. And for some weird reason, Laura found him sleeping like a log this morning – no snow storm.
A few days after we lost him, he wandered back to where he belongs – our loving arms. He’s been in and out ever since, but his visits are much more frequent. It may be because the snow is all but melted and the grass is showing again. He likes to hunt in the front yard and we’ve got lots of diversity. There are rocks for him to sit on and places for him to hide. There are areas that offer great vantage points, so it’s no wonder we see him more this time of year.
It’s only a matter of time though – only a matter of time before he’s – how shall we say – fixed.