Both Prince and I were downstairs by the fire and he was watching a tractor auction and I was reading a book. He went to put some wood on the fire and before he went out he looked out and saw a black and white cat. I ran outside and called his name and he shied away as he was not sure it was me but with this flu I sounded like a sexy fog horn. Finally he came to me and I noticed his back right leg something was wrong as if it was broken. He started rubbing my leg and I kept petting him. I picked him up and took him to the garage and opened a can of his food. He was starved. I went and got his cube from out front and shut the garage door. I know he does not wish to be shut in but I cannot loose him again.
The kitty justice is I feel like I have been delivered a miracle.