They (cats, if you couldn't figure) really do have nine lives.
Some of you know I had to lay my cat of 15 some odd years down a little over two years ago, I think. Always been a cat person, I found one at the pound that whispered in my ear "take me home" the end of January. His name is Ninja, but it wasn't a factor
First week he was restricted to the upstairs. Second week he was allowed into the basement. I built a kennel outside the cat door in the basement, and let him into that about the third week.
A nice sunny day in early March, I opened up the kennel so he could explore the whole world, and boy did he. I watched him run (yes, run) with his tail fully erect (cat owners know the meaning) to every house, porch, and cubby within my eyesight. He finally accepted that he was a free man, err... cat, and came back home in 30 minutes
Next few weeks he expanded his territory a few hundred feet at a time, always home within a 2-3 hour window from going out the cat door. His arrival back home was typically a light 'mew', then off to the feed bowl. If at night, he'd jump up on the bed after vittles and see if I'd poofed the pillow up for him. Else it was the cat bed on the dresser. Life is good in the mountains.
I live in the country, along with fox, coyote, and an errant mountain lion or two. A collar on a cat is sometimes warranted. Like in the city where a rabies/license tag needs to be displayed. In the country, a jingling tag is a homing beacon for the foxes, coyote... Ninja has a chip though, but he has to be found and scanned to find his owner.
Ninja went out last Tues PM (the 28th), he didn't come back. Temps dropped below freezing on the 1st, it snowed a wee bit on the 1st, and more on the 2rd. I accepted the fact that Ninja became food for something else. On my birthday I washed up the cat dishes and put them away until that time another cat walked into my life. Been depressed for several days, forum lightens my mood a bit. Not knowing the outcome is worse than knowing. I think it's called closure.
Friend of a neighbor called a friend who then called me this evening. Something about how to get a cat out of a tree. She said 'it' was 40' up in a toothpick limb-less pine, been up there at least two days, meowing on occasion. Black cat, white patch on its chest. Just like Ninja...
Rick