Our ‘barn’ cat turns up listless and lifeless, near frozen to death a couple days ago. Wife is distraught. As usual. In the house comes the cat. :rolleyes:
Let’s review this cat…
Found her somewhere, don’t even remember, near dead about 15 years ago. Bounced back. Hooray!
Had a litter of kittens, unexpected, and near all her guts puked out as well. Bounced back. Ho-ray. :eek:
Outlived about 100 other cats that ‘cross the wire’ into coyote country and are never seen again. Good for her!
Today, after her being sick and lifeless for 3 days not eating, the wife puts her outside and she disappears, presumably off to die in the myriad of fantastic places for a cat to die around here. We all take turns looking for her (except me, I was playing music loud and drinking beer) to no avail.
Well after dark and cold, I tell the kid to go look for her. He goes out the back door and immediately comes back in, with the cat, who was sitting by the door.
Totally recovered. What did she do? Go off and sluff off life #4 and come back?
I hate cats, but I’m glad this one didn’t snuff it. Yet. I figure she’s got about 3 more lives to go, at least.