This story has been a long time coming...almost a year, in fact. I have two kitties (well, they are really cats) named Jack and Pumpkin. Pumpkin was our first baby adopted from Alley Cat Angels when she was only a few weeks old. She is a very cat-like cat - she likes affection on her terms, she hides when strangers come, and she hates being dirty.
Jack was adopted from our local humane socitey when we decided Pumpkin needed a playmate. He was always a different cat, but I couldn't quite place what it was until I was living alone while Mike was at Basic Training/School. Jack thinks he is a dog. Throughout my 4 months in a scary apartment living alone, Jack became my guard dog. He made rounds every night, checking out all the windows and closets. He greeted me at the door and came to sit with me after work.
Jack has always been my kitty. He always comes when I call. Except for one night last October.
After a busy day, we were settling in for the night when I realized I hadn't see Jack all day. I checked his usual places in the basement, under the bed, even in the crawlspace. No Jack. The search continued outside in the dark - calling, shaking his treats, etc. I came in when it was too dark to look anymore, inconsolable.
Over the next 3 days I called/visited all of the local shelters, placed an ad in the paper and on Craigslist, and made my own LOST poster. On the 4th day I had an especially traumatic experience. Driving back to work from lunch, I spotted a black and white cat on the side of the road, obviously dead. I began shaking uncontrolably as I drove back to check it out, praying all along that this was not my cat. I grabbed a blanket from the back seat, ready to scoop up my little Jack. As I reached for the cat's feet I remember thinking "please, please, please have claws" And he did - my Jack has no front claws. I cried, so grateful that this wasn't my kitty, but also so sad for whoever he belonged to.
Halloween night we passed out candy AND lost posters. The kids in the neighborhood began helping us look for him and as we walked from house to house we heard many people mention that they had seen a cat like ours in the last few days. HOPE! But, still no Jack.
I woke up alone the next morning, both Maddie and Mike were gone for the day. The first thing I did was to go check outside - no Jack. I came back in and started my coffee, but realized I had left the garage door open. I shuffled out to close the door and there he was. Sitting perfectly still in the driveway. He was dirty, thinner...but there he was. He meowed and I ran to scoop him up - he didn't bolt (like a cat), but came running towards me (like a dog). I hugged him and hugged him and hugged him.
I know that cats run away and cats come home all the time. But for me, one very special cat took care of me when I needed him, had an adventure all his own, and came back to take care of me again.

