The Prodigal Cat left again. The night before last, we did not lock it on the screened porch before dark. It had stayed home all day and seemed to have some fun hanging out with the dogs. However, under cover of darkness, it made its escape.
The next morning, yesterday, we got a call from the neighbor who had found it in the first place, when it spent some time in her barn on sabbatical. This time, she knew who to call — Sugar. So, we drove over there (two miles) and found it where she said it would be, shut in the tack room, sleeping on a saddle.
Sugar concluded that the cat is lonesome for its own kind and goes to the neighbor’s place because she has other cats in her barn. Accordingly, Sugar found on the internet an ad for some kittens. We drove forty miles to get the last one.
The new kitty is in a cage on the porch with the Prodigal Cat. That way, they can get acquainted through the bars. The older cat seems fascinated with the baby one and quit crying for freedom.
Time with tell whether this arrangement will work. Now, at least, if the Prodigal Cat leaves again, we still have a cute kitty.