Eight days and nights , sometimes with friends and new friends, of putting up posters, going door to door, walking the streets and the hills after dark, checking out the lake area, calling his name, worrying about him in the torrential rains, and then, this morning at 5:50 a.m. hearing him meowing at the patio door to be let in.
He’s none the worse for wear. Still has his collar and tag. Very hungry. Very noisy ( I think he wants to tell me all about it) and sacked out by my side right now.
The cat he chased after 8 days ago was coming by at night, but without Mulligan. Maybe he led him home. Whatever.
Thanks to all of you for your good thoughts and concern.