Recently, I have learned to appreciate something a little more , that something would be my black cat Samantha.
In the last two days, Samantha went missing. But here's a little background first:
She does often not stay with us for a night because she spends it on the roof, that kind of thing, but it is never more than one night, and we see her many times during the day, so we know she's still around.
One more thing, She is my cat in the sense that she lives almost solely in my room as opposed to the rest of my parent's house, and, on the night she went missing, I chased her out for killing a mouse in my room. In the past I've never done anything to scare her or chase her off.
It was Friday night that my parents said she was not coming in and that they couldn't find her, but as stated, this has happened before so no worries. Then on Saturday Morning she still hadn't been seen. By Saturday night she had now been gone an entire day, and she hadn't eaten either. Come Sunday morning, (today) there is a sense of panic, we cannot find our cat and we live next to a busy road and our neighbours have dogs.
After searching everywhere and being ready to go back inside, I see a dark shape moving against the cat ladder. I know I am in a mild panic and am short sighted, but I look again anyway...
Lo and behold: It is Samantha! After calling her and stroking her, I get her inside and the family feeds her straight away.
Thus endeth the story of how my very own pet was lost and then found.
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