Fred went missing several days ago.  He was gone for three days.  After the third night Baby Girl and I went to tape photos on neighbor’s doors.  It’s not like Fred to go for over 20 minutes without food so I knew he either was in some one’s home, hurt, or worse.  I printed 20 fliers and took a role of tape with us.  After the 20th flier was distributed in 100 degree heat we were headed home when Baby Girl started singing, “Kitty, kitty, kitty.”  She, like Fred, rarely goes 20 minutes without breaking out in song about something.

As she sang I thought I heard a faint yet guttural meow.

After shh-ing her I called for him and sure enough it was his meow.

We found him in a storm drain, a little dehydrated and really stressed out but alive!!  We took him to the vet for some IV fluids and he hid underneath the bed for a day or so.  He’s slowly regained his appetite and is wanting affection now.  Almost back to the same ole Fred.

All…

18 lbs...

of him.

And we are very thankful!!!