His new record is 6 weeks. We gave him up for deceased about three weeks into that. Then, on the morning when I was seriously late for work, the phone rang and it was the local vet to say "We think we have your cat". The cat they named was asleep on the lounge at the time, so I asked what colour, was it a not-boy-cat anymore etc. and it turned out to be Garfunkel. Needless to say I was really late for work that morning. But he's home now, with a lovely new collar, and a tag with his name, address and phone number on it. Which he will probably manage to loose 5 minutes before buggering off again.
I have no idea where he was for those 6 weeks, but wherever it was he was bloody well fed.
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He is seriously starting to look like Fronti....
At least he had access to food!
Mine came back about 2 months later, half his original size and starving, consumed all the flavored cat food he previously was too posh for:)
2 months, so Garfunkel still has something to aim for then!
I'd make that collar into a piece of full-on kitty fetish harness with tags ALL over it... and why not one of those black box flight recorders glued to a limb? ;-)
Oh bless. Hugs to Garfunkel (what a cool name!) from Chairman Mao and Minh-Minh...
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