A River of Stones, Day Twenty-Eight: The Prodigal Cat

Not Cat went in ahead of me when I unlocked the garden gate. He looked to the left and stopped. He stared. His neck extended. He looked back to me. I followed quickly and looked too, hope rising in my chest. Sonny.
He has been missing for more than two weeks, a long time for him. I thought he might be dead, but as one of the only unneutered Toms around, I guess he’s been busy fathering kittens. Goodness how’s how far he’s roamed.
He’s lost some weight too. Continue reading