paerabol
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When my kitty was less than a year old I lost him along Highway 70. We were driving to New Bern and pulled over near Clayton where those three WRAL towers are, someone left the door open and the cat got out. We were far off the highway, thank god, but the cat ran like hell into the woods surrounding the car and was gone! Just gone! I called out to him endlessly, shaking treats and food. Hours later I had to leave without him. He never came back.
Over the next few days I drove back and forth to Clayton, searching for him on WRAL's land. Never found him. I even enlisted the help of some people who lived adjacent to the property, we set up a trap and some tuna and they thought they saw him but they couldn't catch him. About 8 days later, I went back for one more search, just one more time and then I thought I would give up. There was a big storm rolling in and I hadn't seen him since he took off. I searched and searched until it was dark out.
I just gave up. I sat down in the middle of this side road just started crying because I really liked this kitten. He was such a sweet kitten.
After sniffling and tearing up for a few minutes I saw these piercing eyes starting out at me from under a nearby shed. I knew it was him. I threw him a couple of treats and didn't say a word.
Then slowly he started walking towards me and then all of a sudden he took off and jumped into my lap! He was so dirty and thin as a rail. Purring like crazy! I was so freaking happy. I took him home, promised him I would never lose him again and that he would never starve again!
It's been 6 years since that terrible week. And he and I are like two peas in a pod.  5/20/2011 4:02:04 PM
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