Chloe, our 22+ year old Maine Coon Cat, disappeared while Kathryn was in hospital. I thought she had wandered off to some quiet corner of the farm to let loose the mortal coil as old animals are wont to do. I had sadly written her off as deceased. An ex kitty. Pushing up the daisies. Drawn the curtain and joined the choir invisible.
She showed up this morning. Mad as hell, looking like she'd been run through a meat grinder and hungry. Now she's well fed, curled up on my feet and slightly less pissed off than usual. Slightly being the key indicator of her current mood. The very large Canine-Americans of German heritage are once again in a state of terror and trepidation.
All is right in my world :)