That’s lovely news! When my boxer was missing for just a couple of days, we tracked him down at a vet’s office where his new guardian was getting him checked for a microchip. (He had one, but we got there before they found it.)
I was so embarrassingly hysterical that I think I actually scared the poor woman who found him. 
It still makes me cry a little to think about it!
The SuperKitties are strictly indoor beasts and aren’t chipped, but after reading all your tales, I’m rethinking that position.
You and me both. My cat Tobermory has never got out, but Attila has been out twice, although he never went further than hiding under the back porch. The dog is always on a leash.
The 7 1/2-minute cartoon on YouTube.
You mean the one mentioned in post 13?
How many people microchip cats? My dogs are, but not the cats. Hmmmm.
That’s a great story. And, a little sad plus a little hopeful…my best cat ever went missing in July and I’ve pretty much lost hope that he’ll ever reappear. But maybe…
So glad you got Merlin back!
My cat Spike snuck out into the garage as I was leaving for work one morning. I did know he was missing until later that evening after I got home. A couple of days later I got a call from the Humane Society, they had Spike and wanted to know when I could drop by and pick him up. Unfotunately for Spike, he had to spend another night in a cage because the Humane Society would be closed by the time I was able to get there that evening. He almost had to stay 2 days but I talked one of the techs into staying another 15 minutes so I could pick him up after work (at the time I worked 30 miles away across town and it would take over an hour to get there).
I bailed him out and he sticks pretty close to home now. He’ll spend hours laying on the deck to get his fresh air and that seems to be just fine with him. No more wandering adventures for this kitty.
Without the chip I doubt I would have gotten him back.
So glad he came home!!! Wonderful outcome to his story!
Yes, but that links to an article, and the cartoon isn’t mentioned until Paragraph 8, where it’s linked to another article.
So glad you were reunited with Merlin!
Several years ago, my English Blue cat “Little Bear” managed to get outside, for the first time. He was already 19 years old and slowing down considerably. He wouldn’t have been fast enough to catch critters to eat, and it was a fairly cold November that year, especially at night.
18 days later, after having given up, I got a call from someone who had found him . . . over a mile away! He was malnourished and dehydrated, but otherwise in as good health as a 19-year-old cat can be.
Little Bear lived another year, and died shortly after his 20th birthday. He’s now buried in the back yard, under the pussy willows.
When I was a teenager, we had two barn cats, Dagger and Mouser. (I did not name these cats.) Mouser never strayed from the property, but Dagger was a roamer. However, almost every evening he would show up at the back door of the house, crying for milk. He actually would drawl his meow so that it sounded like ‘milk’. If you asked him if he wanted milk, he would mimic you. I go off to college, and Dagger disappears. Not uncommon living out in the boonies. A year or so later Mouser passes away and Mom gets rid of the cat bowls, little house thing they slept in, etc., declaring no more cats for her.
FOUR YEARS later, Dagger strolls back home and camps at the back door, crying his ‘milk’ cry. He’s still about the same size as when he left (huge cat-- 20 lbs. or so) and seems fairly miffed that his bed is gone. He stayed around a few days and then disappeared again. As he’s been gone 23 years this time, I think he’s gone for good.
I just from back from taking Merlin to the vet. He is amazingly good shape considering how long he was gone. The only issue is that two of his front teeth are partially knocked out, and the remainder will have to be extracted. Ouch!
But he’ll get to be let out of isolation when the kids get home from school. I hope he remembers his house manners. No jumping on the kitchen counters or dining able, and you can sleep on the kids’ beds but not mine.