Our goofball cat is home! Here he is, lounging on the recliner and batting at the camera, seemingly pleased to be here and ready to settle in and relax (me too!)

And now the story … or at least what we know of it. The phone rang for the fourth time, just as we were leaving for work this morning. Annoyed, we almost didn’t answer. That will teach us! It was the call we have been waiting for ever since learning of Grayson’s disappearance 12 days ago. It seems he didn’t travel far as he has been lurking around the deck and cat door of a house, across the creek and a few doors down from Mike and Westi, for the last couple of days. Last night, the owner came home to find him sprawled in the middle of her living room floor, apparently having picked his new home, much as he chose us three years ago. I raced to get him, blowing off work and the plans I had for the day. Now we are at home regrouping. Breathe, Laura, breathe …

I’m re-running my favorite Grayson picture and asking everyone who reads this to think: Grayson come home. He escaped out Westi’s dog door last Thursday night and hasn’t been seen since. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a wreck. Signs are posted, emails sent, shelters checked etc. We think he may try to find home and so could be anywhere in a six mile area of forest, roads and homes. He is microchipped and friendly so hopefully someone will call us. Grayson, come home!