My cat Felix goes out for walks and usually has to be called back home. I do this before going to bed every night.
On the night of 11th March, I went a-calling Felix. He didn't come. I gave up and went to sleep figuring he'd come back in the morning in time to eat.
7 AM the next day, my dad woke me up asking me why I left the door open and that our youngest cat, Palani was gone.
We searched and we searched. For four days. We put up notices. Told everyone we came across to keep an eye out. Enlisted friends to help search. Walked around yelling his name. Strained to hear
the sound of his bell if not his voice.
Nothing.
Monday morning he was spotted by the ironwalla peeking his head out of a pipe hole thing.
And so finally, finally, we got him home. And he slept the whole day off..
I think he was pretty happy to be home.. :)
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