A little over a year ago, our beloved cat Smokey didn't come home after his usual nightly ritual of being out. He used to meow at our bedroom window at about 6am to be let in, then sleep all day. After a few weeks of being hopeful, we came to the fact that he wasn't coming home.
Yesterday, my stepdaughter called from her grandmother's house about six miles away and said that there was a cat sleeping on her grandmother's porch and she swears it's our long, lost cat Smokey! I brought an old photo with me and......I swear it's our kitty (although my husband has his doubts)!!! He's much skinnier, but he has the same mannerisms as good ol' Smokey did. Once we get his fleas off and get him neutured, he's coming inside! God works in mysterious ways!!!
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