One month and two days after he trotted out of our house and into a frigid March night, my retarded cat Eddie is safely home.
3 pounds or so lighter (And he was skinny as a rail to begin with) coated in grease (He was living in a truck barn a couple miles up the road towards
the highway) and sporting a big ole scar across his nose where he got in a fight.
The stupid flyers I plastered all over town!!!
Someone at the truck company noticed him and called the local Amaco and when my wife took the mancub in there after school today they told her to go check.
They walked into the truck barn and he came trotting over and threw himself at her!!
So when I eventually return home I will have my brain damaged little fur ball waiting for me!
