It will get the job done, but it's not going to be pretty.
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This morning, Nick opened the door to let our dog out and Leo ran in the house so fast, he nearly knocked Nick down. He's been gone nearly a week and he was extremely freaked out. He howled for the first ten minutes he was home then hid under our bed. Poor guy. I have no idea where he's been. He looks ok; a little skinny and a lot dirty, but no blood. I had feared he had become a coyote snack. So, so glad he's home. He's been outside in near record winds, torrential rain and a hailstorm. I bet he doesn't go outside again...
Happy kids, happy cat!
Thanks for all your well wishes! :)