Got up at 5am on Saturday morning to let a couple of my terrors out, and who should I find sitting outside the door but my beautiful, fluffy, half Maine Coon She-Demon.
Last time I know I saw her was in September / October of last year. She's been gone for the last 8-9 months, and I'd basically given up on her, assuming she'd either moved on due to the terrible twins moving in, or come to an unfortunate end.
She wasn't in too bad a shape...one ear a bit torn up, but not emaciated or anything. The others were all in, so she was growling like a tiger, but she came in, ate heartily, and left.
She was back to eat again at 13h00 on Sunday, and then at midnight last night.
Mixed emotions...so glad to see her, but now I have to start worrying about her all over again, including her interactions with the permanent residents. (So far they just appear shocked to see her, but that will wear off.)
Damn cats.

--A