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Well would you believe it

This is a little tale told to me by a friend who at one time, had four cats - Tabs, Jabba, Izzy and Yago. They were a very happy little family until one day about four years ago , Izzy went out one morning and didn't come back.
The family were everso upset and did everything they could think of to find Izzy. Days, weeks and months went by and the memory of Izzy never faded - the months turned into two years and still there was a sadness in that little family that no amount of happy memories could dispel.

It was a lovely sunny day in June a couple of years ago, when Jabba went off chasing butterflies in the garden - the butterfly that led Jabba out of his territory has a lot to answer for. Jabba's humans searched high and low, asked everyone they met and put posters all around the neighbourhood but to no avail - Jabba wasn't to be found.

The two little baskets with their cushions remained in the corner of the sitting room, Tabs, Yago and their humans never gave up hope of seeing Izzy and Jabba again even though the days turned into weeks and the weeks to months which in turn turned into another two years - every week, the humans checked the newspapers, looked on the internet for their missing friends and continued to mention them to whoever would listen.

It was only a few months ago when a postcard appeared in a local shop window, a cat had been found whos description sort of matched Jabba's, not expecting it to be her missing pal, the female human rang the number she had noted from the card and went along to a little house not too far away to meet the lady who had posted it.

Well, our human had only just sat down and accepted a cup of tea when Jabba walked into the room and went straight to her , there was no doubt that it was one and the same, and our human was overjoyed to see him - however she hadn't noticed another furry bundle that was asleep on a cushion at the far side of the room.
Awakened by the obvious rejoicing of this human, the furry bundle looked up - gave a purr of recognition and strolled over for a hug. Well , would you believe it...

This is the true story of tattoo a 10 year old tabby and white little girl who was owned by a lady who lived on her own in a large house which had been knocked into flats,and she owned the nice flat on the second floor. Tattoo was not an outdoor cat she spent all her time indoors with her"mum"apart from the odd time when she went into the garden supervised,tattoo did not like the big outdoors.

One day mum packed up tattoo in her basket and went off to see her son who was going to look after tattoo while mum went on holiday for three weeks.
Tattoo disappeared in the first few minutes,silly boy had let her out and left the door open,he had never looked after cats before.He searched and searched but no sign of tattoo,he was not looking forward to his mum coming home to tell her the bad news.

Mum went mad ,and spent her time looking for tattoo,weeks went by and no sign,posters phone calls, eventually she forgave the son and asked him to come to dinner,neither enjoyed it and he decided to go home.

He had parked his car a long way up the road and whem unlocking it looked to the corner of the street, he could not believe his eyes,there was tattoo standing there bold as brass,he picked her up and with tears streaming down his face rang the door bell.
Mum appeared with a face like thunder which changed when she saw her little friend in her sons arms.

Tatto had been missing 42 days,had travelled 3 miles across many very busy roads and this was a cat that had never been out,but she had found her way home against all the odds.

Readers Tales
Well would you believe it
This is a little tale told to me by a friend who at one time, had four cats - Tabs, Jabba, Izzy and Yago. They were a very happy little family until one day about four years ago , Izzy went out one morning and didn't come back. The family were everso upset and did everything they could think of to find Izzy. Days, weeks and months went by and the memory of Izzy never faded - the months turned into two years and still there was a sadness in that little family that no amount of happy memories could dispel. It was a lovely sunny day in June a couple of years ago, when Jabba went off chasing butterflies in the garden - the butterfly that led Jabba out of his territory has a lot to answer for. Jabba's humans searched high and low, asked everyone they met and put posters all around the neighbourhood but to no avail - Jabba wasn't to be found. The two little baskets with their cushions remained in the corner of the sitting room, Tabs, Yago and their humans never gave up hope of seeing Izzy and Jabba again even though the days turned into weeks and the weeks to months which in turn turned into another two years - every week, the humans checked the newspapers, looked on the internet for their missing friends and continued to mention them to whoever would listen. It was only a few months ago when a postcard appeared in a local shop window, a cat had been found whos description sort of matched Jabba's, not expecting it to be her missing pal, the female human rang the number she had noted from the card and went along to a little house not too far away to meet the lady who had posted it. Well, our human had only just sat down and accepted a cup of tea when Jabba walked into the room and went straight to her , there was no doubt that it was one and the same, and our human was overjoyed to see him - however she hadn't noticed another furry bundle that was asleep on a cushion at the far side of the room. Awakened by the obvious rejoicing of this human, the furry bundle looked up - gave a purr of recognition and strolled over for a hug. Well , would you believe it...