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Back when I lived in Colorado, I had an apartment nestled up to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado Springs. I did not let my cats out at that time, since there were coyotes around and I also lived next to a fairly busy street. One day in early September, Mr. Hobbes escaped. I looked for him every day and every night, utilizing a flash light to see his reflecting eyes. I put ads in the paper, and flyers all around our apartment complex and in the local stores. No one ever called. We searched and searched, for three months! We found lots of cats, but Mr. Hobbes was no where to be found. In early December, my Father became very ill. My brothers and sister and I drove up to Boulder. After a few days, my Father passed away. It was 4:30 AM on a Monday morning, and I just wanted to get back home. During the drive home, I asked my Father to please send Mr. Hobbes home. When I arrived home at 7:30 AM, I was very tired so I went to bed. At 3:30 PM, the phone rang. The lady on the line was asking me if I was the one who lost the cat. I was tired and skeptical, so I asked if the cat she saw had a tail. She said "No". Chills passed up and down my spine. Mr. Hobbes was a Manx cat, he did not have a tail. Everything she described matched Mr. Hobbe's description exactly. She explained that she had fed him, but he was not there now. "He will probably be back", she said. I learned that she lived right next door to me. I was still in shock, I couldn't believe that he had come home. And how did she read the phone number on my flyer? It had snowed several times, and I had noted a few days earlier how they looked so bad that I should take them down. Again, we went out with flashlights looking for him on Monday and Tuesday night. There was no sign of him. I was beginning to believe that she had not seen Mr. Hobbes, but another cat. On Wednesday evening, I was driving home from school. I said to my Father, "OK Dad, if you are really out there, put Mr. Hobbes on the steps". As I drove up to my apartment, I saw a small figure on top of the steps on the apartment building next door to mine. I couldn't believe it! I got out of the car and called him. He was a little scared, but when he heard my voice, he came towards me. I ran over and grabbed him. I was totally hysterical and crying. He was meowing and meowing. There is no doubt in my mind that my Father sent him home to me as one final gift. Written by: Willa Larsen Owner of Willa's Ark Los Angeles, CA All stories are property of the author and can not be reproduced without their express permission. | |||||||