On Monday night, my cat headed outside right after dinner, as usual.
On a normal night, he would have come home and found himself in my room, pulled by his desire to suck on my ear, sleep on my face, and wrap himself in my hair.
But then he didn’t come home.
For days.
While my son was out looking for him on Halloween, he got a call from someone just under two miles away. And then Thoth was home.
We don’t know everything about his journey, though we’re sure he said hi to as many people along the way as he could. His friendliness was probably mistaken for confidence–confidence in his ability to get himself back home after wandering too far astray.
Here’s what we do know.
He was sighted in a close neighbor’s yard, inspecting her chickens.
He was so loving at a house a mile away that they wrote down all the information on his collar in case he came back looking lost.
The kids at the last house, 8 and 9, have a dog. But now, after spending time with Thoth, they want a cat.
One neighbor took a picture of him, peering over her fence. It’s a look we recognize.
We’ve ordered a tracker, since he really misses being outside. And since a bunch of close neighbors will ask after him if he spends too much time inside.
So maybe the next trip won’t be so mysterious.
