Mina is home!
Picture it: Montpelier, Vermont, a country road. A modest ranch house. A superannuated homosexual slithers out of bed at 6:45 to feed his one remaining feline friend, Shredder. Also to go pee.
As he pads to the cupboard for Fancy Feast, a tabby joins him walking alongside, tail in the air AS IF NOTHING WERE ABNORMAL AND NOTHING HAPPENED.
I left the front door open all night (the house was freezing but who cares I was in bed under the covers) and she must have just walked in.
She is a complete booger-snot and I’m so happy.
Fear not, Holly has ordered me a fancy GPS-tracking collar to arrive tomorrow. I'm going to be able to see EXACTLY where Mina is all the time.
Shredder is making the chirrrrp? sound for the first time in days. He's definitely happy to see her!