When I got up this morning to let the cats out, the digital clock read 4:23, I happened to look through the glass leading to the front entry way.
There was something out there and I opened the window to say “good morning” to KittyMeeze. I’d feed him later.
It wasn’t KittyMeeze, it was Carla!
I ran to the bedroom to throw something on, told Brian “Carla’s here!”, then went into the garage to open up a couple of cans of Fancy Feast for her.
When I opened the front door, she kind of walked to the gate, turned around, walked back towards the mat we put the food on (the cement can get cold). I set both bowls down, then came back in. I opened up the window to see how she was doing and she had dived right into the food.
When I got up for real, KittyMeezer was out there, and the food was gone. So was Carla, but she’s alive and well. She wasn’t limping or anything like that. She looked a little thinner, but not two weeks without food thinner.
I wonder what was up with her, where she’s been. But I’m just thrilled she’s okay.
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