Joyce and I were out walking on our road yesterday when we spotted this black cat. He came right up to us and started purring. We recognized him right away - it was Midnight, one of our old cats who vanished years ago.
Midnight was one of four kittens we took in from some friends. They were the friendliest cats we've ever had. Great molers and mousers, they were always purring and wanting attention. But one by one they all disappeared. We've never seen any of the others, just Midnight. He's sorta feral now, mean as heck with ragged ears but he still purrs for awhile before running off to wherever he lives now. For as old as he is and living outside, he's actually looking pretty good, so somebody must be feeding him somewhere and giving him shelter.
Cats. Weird little critters.
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