He came to live with me and was happy to do so! The sweetest boy ever!! But then one day he went out for a pack of smokes and never returned.
We looked for him for weeks and in the process met this lovely long haired kitty we thought might be him. But since he was a homeless kitty who needed a home, we took him in.
Went to the vet, got him chipped, got his dental work taken care of, his shots and made him as cozy as heck at home. He loves to be snuggled and pet, but not held. I think he lived on his own for some time as, well, his tail… he held the last 4 months inches of it, crooked. But when excited he would shake ot like a chatty squirrel while making his best chirping sounds. But if he was outside being curious, he would arch his back and hold his tail like a raccoon.
I spent three days solid asleep and I think he left us in that time. I’ve not seen him since. We named him Bast. A character from a book. He never acknowledged that he has a name so I called him Busterfur as Bast is a great character, but… just didn’t fit.
I wish he would come home but maybe he didn’t love us as much as we loved him.
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