Wherefore Art Thou, Kitty?

Something is going on with the cat. Last week, he came home with the unfamiliar flea collar. Everything seemed normal after that incident. Then, yesterday he didn't show up for his morning milk and he was still missing that evening.

We looked all over the neighborhood, but couldn't find him. Then there was a big storm in the middle of the night, which just made me more afraid for our kitty. After lots of pouting and a few little tears at the thought of losing Krispie forever, he showed up this morning yowling at the back door.

He wasn't hungry or wet. Hmm, that's curious. Where had he been? He should have told us if he was planning to spend the night with a friend. We didn't think he had any friends, but a neighbor four houses up told Tom last night that Krispie often comes over to play with his cat, Oscar. We've never heard about Oscar. What if Krispie has another life with another family?

Now he is sitting regally on his Mizuno shoe box throne in the kitchen. I feel much better that he's home, but I fear he will go away again soon. Has he found another home that he loves more?