Fred came back!

Ok, I know, it's silly to get emotional about a cat that doesn't belong to me, but I have been calling Fred every night and looking for him every morning for about two weeks now. Nothing. This morning, I was on my out the door to work, and I saw a tail through the window. When I opened the door, there was a flash of orange and then my furchildren were gathering in the living room, and greeting their old buddy. I don't know where he's been, but he seems happy to be back. He also ate two cans of food and slept on my chair all day. He's OK, and I am grateful. :hug: :pals:

That's awesome. I have my own cats, and a few others in the neighborhood that come by to visit. I always get worried when I don't see one for awhile, but they alwasy turn up eventually.

I'm glad Fred's back.

I wrote a little bit of Fred's history below in another post. How is Miss Molly?

I had a fred that would do that all of the time,....great cat...wish he could have told me about his adventures....He has been dead about five years now...Lived to be 17 with all of his wild antics..And yes, his name was Fred, we had Wilma for a while, but she didn't make it as long as him...I will tell you those boy cats will drive you crazy....I have a bad Mr. Bubbles right now who is always in trouble.:hug: to Fred

HEHE. Or maybe he just needed an adventure before he had a lifetime of house life. You never know. Of course he could be a secret agent. Haven't you ever seen Cats and Dogs? LOL
Duckie

He belonged to one of my students. Last summer, he suddenly appeared on the porch and indicated that he had no place to go(we have a feeder out there for the abandoned cats on our comlex). At that time, he had a collar, so we called the number and found out that the owner was a student at the university here. The vet's office said they would call and alert the owner, but offered us no name for the cat. They called us back and told us that the tag was not for an orange tabby, but for a black American short hair. We had no recourse, but to wait and see if someone would post a note in the mailroom. Until then, Fred became part of the family. About a week later, the note finally appeared in our mailroom and my wife called to inform the owner about Fred's whereabouts. About 15 minutes later, one of my students showed up a the door. She gave us a long song and dance about how she missed Fred and was so grateful that we had found him...blah, blah ,blah. It seems that the tag had belonged to her roommate's cat and when it expired, she put it on Fred. Anyway, it seems that my course was her last requirement and when she finished it, she moved out, left no address, disconnected her phone, and finally, took Fred's faux collar off and abandoned him. He came strolling up our stairs in mid-July, looking sad and needing to be loved. There are times that I truly despise some of my students, but I promised Fred that he has a home, if he wants one. The others get along with him just fine. Right now, he has gone outside for his nightly exercise.

I have a Fred the Cat, too. He's a black American short hair.
John
I also have Ginger, Boo Mew, Fat Boy, Horton, Meem, Baby Boy Kitty, Baby Girl Kitty and Minnie.