And since October, Old Cat disappeared. We were certain Old Cat was dead, as a while back C mentioned she'd seen a dead cat in the road and she was sure it was Old Cat.
Tonight, after dinner, we were talking about the hobo cats because we were worried about the baby birds (the subject of another post) and we mentioned about how Old Cat was likely dead and while it was a shame well, that's the way it goes.
After that we decided it was cool enough to open up so we opened the windows, opened the sliding glass door, closed the screen doors and turned on the whole house fan.
Not five minutes later, C walks into the family room and guess who is sitting in the middle of the floor, rolling around like it owned the place? That's right. Old Cat. Shoved open the screen door, trotted right in, and made itself at home. I think it heard its name. Or came back from the dead. Or both.
Maybe Old Cat needs a new name, eh? Necromancy Cat, perhaps.