Where have I been for the last week or so? On my couch. Seriously.

Y'see, a little under a week ago, the younger of my two kitties (Loki) decided to go on a field trip into the woods behind my house. The result was effectively a manhunt for my feline friend. My wife and I tried lots of different techniques and strategies to try to get him to come back home. One of the primary techniques was to leave our side door (and sometimes front door) open, and during that time we pretty much lived on our living room couches.

And now the couches get to enjoy not having us on them! Why? Because...

Earlier this evening, I took (yet another) look into the woods behind the house and spotted an eye looking at me. About an hour and a half later, I scooped up my cat, he put all his claws into my shoulder, and I brought him home.

It's been an incredible ordeal, and I'm so happy to say that it's happily resolved now. Loki is home, quarantined in a bedroom, and my older cat (Pancho) gets to roam the house now. Although he's blocked off from the quarantine room, and also from the room containing Benny.

Oh, Benny, right. In the first few days after Loki was lost, my wife and I passed out fliers. Shortly thereafter, we had three neighbors bring the same outdoor/stray cat to our house because they thought it was our missing cat. We finally took this cat in and quarantined him in the bathroom (he was congested like he had a cold). Then we started calling him Benny, short for Benicio, and I took him to the vet this afternoon because of the congestion. He got some antibiotics and already sounds a little better.

For me, that is a great and personal example of "do good things and good things happen." Benny got a vet visit and a kibble buffet (and we're going to work on getting him adopted to a good home), and Loki made it back home.

And now, I'm hopefully going to have a nice, relaxing night's sleep. G'night!