The cat was gone for exactly one week - from one Sunday night until the next. There was no indication of where he had been - none of the neighbors had seen him, and there was nothing about him that gave even the slightest hint that he had even left the premises.
However, he had been searched for (this being coyote country after all) and while it wasn't exactly an earth-scouring search, it was still a fairly thorough search, and neither hide nor hair (again, this being coyote country after all) was found.
Which gave me a little pause for concern.
Larry had gone off for a couple of days in the past, but never an entire week. Heck, I was beginning to think I might have to get a new cat.
And we all know how much of a pain in the keister getting a good new cat can be.
But Larry returned from his sojourn, just as he had in the past.
Last night while it was raining, he just wandered into the garage, shook himself violently to shed as much water as possible (a trick I think he picked up from the dog), and just plopped down on the pet bed that is right below the garage television.
Gave me a "What? Is something stuck between my teeth?" look as I stared at him.
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