As you can see, the Butts-man enjoys the outdoors. Which was fine when he stayed in the yard. Except that punk found a way to get out of the yard. And when we found that way and fixed it, he found another way. And so on... Then Butts started taking off for a couple days at a time. Me being the worried kitty momma that I am, I was convinced he had gotten run over by a car.
He always came home though. And he seemed so much happier being able to get out all the time. Not to mention he's a hell of a lot skinnier. But right before we left to take the bar, Butts came home with a bloody back paw. Since we're dirt poor, we decided to keep an eye on it. He wasn't limping or anything. Then he took off again and didn't come home for four or five days.
J was convinced he ingratiated himself with some other home, and he was right. Then Butters came home and we shut the windows and wouldn't let any of the kitties out anymore. No matter how loudly they protested. And they protested, LOUDLY. And gathered around the window, looking forlornly.
The next day, a woman from down the street came to our door. She told us that Butters had literally walked into their house and they had kept him. He slept for a day and a half. His paw was worse, so the woman had her veterinary friend stop by and look at it. They bandaged him up and fed him. Then after about five days, Butts in a very Butts-like fashion promptly escaped from their place and returned home.
We were very grateful they took such good care of him. I wanted to do something nice, so I baked some banana bread.
And sewed a dishtowel with a kitty print to wrap it in.
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