[Noah930]

I go outside and meow.
And I'm OK with that.

I love my cats. Liz got them for me for a Fathers' Day gift 3 years ago. They're the sweetest (OK, maybe not smartest) cats in the world. They're good to the kids. They're good with the dog. They greet me in the driveway when I come home from work and walk into the house with me. They follow us down the sidewalk when we go for walks with the kids or dog. They hop into bed when we read the kids bedtime stories. They (usually) come home when I call them in at night.

But I've felt awful these last 4 days thinking my cat was eaten-by-a-coyote gone. (Cause we don't really live in a coyote-frequented neighborhood. As in the kid across the street--you know who I mean--claims he's never seen one in the 26 years he's lived here.) And now I've found him!

I'll be sleeping much better tonight, thanks.