My cat went missing more than a month ago, in early March. I figured he’d encountered a vindictive possum or wily coyote.
Turns out he was trapped in a neighbor’s crawlspace. They discovered him yesterday, emaciated but still purring. Just got the blood work back from the vet and, amazingly, he checked out fine.
He’s badly dehydrated, of course, and lost half his body weight (now just under five pounds), but the vet doesn’t think he’ll suffer any long-term consequences.
I’ve loved animals before, especially kitties (hence the use of the word “kitty”). But I can’t say I’ve ever respected one — until now.