Elvis has disappeared a number of times. He's endured a lot. He's moved 5 times. And when Mike and I met I used to carry him to Austin, Texas on the weekends when I'd go visit him. We've had to pick him up from the pound in Harker Heights, Texas a few times when I lived there. It had even gotten to the point where they would call us to say he was there. He just wouldn't stay out of the feral cat traps. He even disappeared from where we live now for a whole week. He came home scrawny and sickly. But he's doing okay now.
Prissy was not supposed to be ours. Our landlord at our old place dropped her off and said he called the pound to come get her. (But they never showed up.) We had a guy staying with us for a while who was down on his luck. So we gave her to him. He took care of her, fed her, and everything. Then, one day, he went out, got back into the crack cocaine scene, and didn't come back. So we were sorta stuck with her. But we've grown to love her. She's not going anywhere right now. This is what she's got at home.
She's got four little kittens that are about 2 weeks old. Their eyes are just opening now. They are adorable, too. But where is Stripey Cat?! He IS a male. And he's right about the age where he should start getting curious. But still, it's not like him to miss a meal. If you're reading this Stripey Cat, please come home. We miss you!