"Skye" seemed a bit off since his homecoming. Had he forgotten how much he loved the shenanigans of our crazy terrier? How I cradled him like a baby? He certainly was more exuberant. Not the lazy pile of hair who would only glance at a mouse if it was within reach. And of course there was the eye. Either the cat was in a knarly fight, had LASIK surgery, or maybe, just maybe, he wasn't Skye.
So we took him to the doctor to have him checked, much to my hubby's dismay. But he had been on his own for four months. What else could we do?
The vet's findings:
In addition to being three pounds lighter, Skye reversed his age and gender. He's a she and only approximately one year of age.
Sometimes you see what you want to see. I really missed Skye when he went missing. And when we "found" him on Christmas morning, I was ecstatic. So, maybe it wasn't a miracle. But I have no doubt it was a gift.
Meet Bernadette. Our newest addition.
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| Cole and Bernie the Cat |
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