In the craziest turn of events ever- it wasn't my cat! My Stinky Baby is home, alive, and well. He stinks worse than usual,but I'll forgive him for that. I got home from church, and there he was sitting on his favorite perch in the garage. I thought I was seeing things at first. But there's a freshly bathed (and yet still smelly), striped tabby, sitting on my head right now, chattering away. Its definitely my cat.
The cat I found in the road and mourned must have just been his twin!
Love live Stinky Baby and his remaining 8 lives!
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