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She was gone. For two days.
I heard her meowing from a steep ditch where water runs off the hill, down to the river. I’d just taken a shower, but clean clothes and all, I went barrelling down the bank, sliding, hanging onto trees. I managed to coax her out of her hiding spot inside a piled tangle of branches and brush, just close enough that I could grab hold of her and pull her out.
Inside the house, she stuck her head in a bowl of food and didn’t come up for air till it was empty.

Then she stretched out on my bed and took a long nap.

She’sbackshe’sbackshe’sbackshe’sback.
I know it sounds dopey when people talk about their cats. Spice is so smart. She can break in doors and windows at the old farmhouse. She can catch a hummingbird in flight. She’s innocent and sweet, and fierce and even sometimes mean. She deliberately seeks out other cats just to smack them.
And I love her.
Isn’t she beautiful?
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Whaddya mean, it’s dopey to talk about your cats? *I* talk about my three all the time (plus my “angel” Chumley). They are the Light in my day, better companions than most people. My animal companions are and always have been my comfort and Joy.
Spice *is* beautiful, a gorgeous girl, and I’m very glad she’s home safe and sound now. I don’t think I’ve have slept if one of mine was missing — I’d be sick over it, literally.
-Kim
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I know youwere so happy to get your “furry” child back in the fold once again. :purr:
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My Buddy is also a beautiful black and white kitty. I would be a wreck if he was missing.
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I’m glad to hear a happy ending to this story — and, for the record, pet stories are never out of place! I can’t imagine how worried you were. Yay!!
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I’m so glad you found her. She’s a cutie pie. :catmeow:
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