My parents were here on Saturday, and they're not really used to city living, or to having to keep pets inside. So at some point during the day, Jameson escaped. As you may or may not recall, he has a history of escaping. Twice he has been missing for more than a week, and both times he was recovered. Once he really did seem to have been stuck in a thorn bush for a week, given his condition when he returned one night, sopping wet, in the middle of a terrible summer storm. The second time, he fell off our roof on which he was allowed to play (long story), and he apparently had a blast being a free cat, because when we found him rolling around in the middle of the street at 2 AM (thanks to an anonymous phone tip elicited by 'missing cat' posters plastered all over our neighborhood), he wanted no parts of being caught or coming home. He must just find people to feed him. He certainly would rather be out in the big world than stuck in our house.
So right now, Jameson is out wandering the streets while his mommy tries not to worry. He'll come back, or else a neighbor will bring him back to me. I hope.
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Oh, I'm so sad. They saw cats can survive - you must remember that...and, it's not like it's frigid and snowing outside. I know he'll come back - keep us posted.
PS I do want to know - what's the purpose of typing in the letters at the end of this comment section???? Anyway, have a good day. I'm at home studying for ACLS. Love, Grandma L.
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