So Turbo Arcturus came home last Saturday. He'd been gone for two years. (He's 9 now)
I knew he was alive, because I'd seen him in the wild a couple of times. But he didn't want to come home.
It took just about starving to death to make him change his mind. But now that he's here and remembering how good he has it, I'm confident he's going to stay, even after he's fully recovered. The first two days he spent as much time on my lap as anywhere else.
Fun fact: Turbo Arcturus is an original inventor of cats on laps. His mother wasn't a lap kitty, he'd never seen any cat do that before, he figured it out all by himself.







