Pet-related, we have five cats and a dog, all came-to-us rescue critters.
Of course, we are captives to their wants and needs and habits. A couple days ago, our most personable cat, the one that loves on and bathes the other cats, and is our old dog's best friend, did not come in to get breakfast with all the others. We went around calling him, checking the woods, opening every door, hoping we would find him trapped, because when he did not show up one day last Winter in Florida, and we went searching, we found him scrunched up inside the iguana trap.
We searched and called his name all day long, and had just about resigned ourselves that he had met with the dangers of our area. DW even said, "Well, we gave him a nice life." A couple years ago we lost a new, younger cat, and almost lost this one, to Bobcat fever, a very nasty way for them to go.
Then, late that day, I just happened to look out back, into our Ozark room, and there he was, snoozing in his regular place on top of the BBQ grill.
Wow! A feeling that pet lovers will know!!!
He had obviously had some sort of trauma, and was stand-offish for a day, but yesterday evening, all six of our critters were out front together, begging for their turn with the curry comb.
I have pictures of five of them going for walks together with us, our newest, fifth cat not being part of the cat fam yet. The fifth cat has always been one too many, but for this one we're making an exception.