Midgeon moved out a year and a half ago. She seemed to go missing for bits of time at once, and then she'd return to our house smelling of woodsmoke and like someone else's house. Then she stopped coming back altogether. We thought maybe she had run away, but it turns out she just moved out, two doors down. I used to still see her in their yard. Once introduced myself to her new care-takers (who just love her, and call her 'Cuba'), and gave them my half-assed blessing because I knew that I couldn't tell a cat what to do. I missed her then. Hadn't seen her for a year, until on the weekend as I sat outside I saw her creeping my way through some tall flower leaves. I kiss-called her and she looked up at me, cooed in that pidgeon-like way that she does, came over to see me. We sat in the big backyard for an hour-long visit. Told her I still loved her, miss her often, wish her well. Would be lovely to do that with all my long lost friends.
i wonder what kind of treats they used to make her stay.
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