
This is my cat Zeb asleep with his sister Ruby (he's at the back with his feet on his sister) just after we got them from the RSPCA shelter, three weeks later he went missing, I put up posters, put flyers through people's doors, put his photo on all the internet missing sites, it would be five weeks tomorrow that he went and I had been losing hope, imagining all sorts of awful things that could have happened to him. This morning I read something in the paper about someone looking for their cat, doing all the things I'd been doing, they found their cat at the end of the article but I was thinking I was never going to see Zeb again and then the phone rang and he'd been found about a fifteen or twenty minute walk away from where we live (and over a very busy main road) hanging around a bus stop, he'd followed this lady home and she thought he was a bit thin looking so she took him in and fed him and her neighbour recognised him from one of my posters and called us and we went and got him, I couldn't believe it was really going to be him, but it is and he's asleep on my bed as if he's never been away, his sister is rather anoyed with him though for abandoning her and has been hissing at him. We're off to buy thank you goodies for the people that found him now.
