7 More Lives

Well, we had a miracle and mystery in one: at 4:30 this morning, Wilson arrived at our front door, loudly announcing his arrival back home with his characteristic "yelling." A great mystery: his collar and tags still on, clean as can be, but thin from not eating for a while. Where could he have been? How did he find home, and if he was nearby, why didn't he come home sooner? Perhaps heaven threw him out because of the yelling and box-flap tapping which are anything but reverent and angelic. Either way, he now has 7 more lives to live, having already lost one to a severe bout with FUS. But all is well now. He is home. He is loud. He is back!