We’re still not sure how Graymalkin got out–we’re guessing it was when Dante took out the recycling Monday night.
So he was gone almost 48 hours.
Last night, we got a call from a guy a block and a half away. He had opened his door; Graymalkin was on his doorstep. He said they hung out for about twenty minutes because Gray was so friendly. Then he went to check his mail–and that’s when he saw our flier and called.
Knowing that Gray was friendly makes me feel a lot better.
He is traditionally skittish around strangers. He was absolutely terrified for three hours about a month ago when AT&T was installing a new cable line. Visitors have to hang out for a long time before he’ll decide they’re not a threat.
So we assumed that he would stay cowering somewhere, afraid to make contact with anyone.
I’m incredibly relieved that he overcame that–that he knew he needed to trust the kindness of strangers in a desperate time.
He got home a few minutes before book group started. Usually, when the nephews are here, he hides. Two year olds and blind kittens aren’t a good mix.
Last night, he lay down between the boys, in the center of the living room, and he didn’t freak out when he was roughly petted or when his tail got stepped on.
He was home, so he was safe.
