I was on the verge of giving up. I was just watching TV when I thought I heard nibbling going on in the kitchen. I quietly walked in that direction and saw my little orange kitty rounding the corner very tentatively and then running away. I was very surprised. Once he ran toward the front of the house to hide, I quickly went to shut the exterior back door. He was very freaked out and scared and running away from me to hide, but responding to me with meows. I brought out 2 days worth of food and he rushed out to eat it.
I’m glad I did the weird back door setup so it was locked but he could get in. It’s nice having two “exterior quality” doors in succession.
So, Kipper is home. He’s calmed down to. I think he’s realizing he’s safe after 45 hours in the wild. That does make me really wonder where he was all that time. But he’s home, so I guess it doesn’t matter any more.
He’s cleaning himself on my lap while I type this now.






