We had a big grey tom cat too. He came to our house on a Friday night and spent the rainy weekend crying outside our kitchen window. Sunday night my parents reluctantly took him in and promptly found a friend who offered to give him a home. The friend came and picked him up and drove him 10 miles or so to his house. A few days later the cat was back. He spent every night of the year outside and used to disappear for days at a time. His diet consisted mostly of field mice and rats, although we fed him daily. When we went on vacation he fended for himself. In his later years he became more domestic but continued to spend the nights outdoors. Eventually we moved with some friends into a large old Victorian house in Northwest Portland. There were no woods in the backyard and no fields for miles and new housemates had big loud dogs. Within a week of our move the cat was gone. The people who moved in to our old house promised that they'd call us if he ever showed up but we never heard from them.
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- steve 6-19-2002 9:31 pm