Got to love those old people bladders. The ones that get you up at 3:30 in the morning to go to the bathroom. On his way back to bed John leaned out his window and called for Louie again. Then as he was getting into bed he heard a tiny little MEOW.
He raced back to the window and saw a tail jumping off the deck.
Murphy woke me up barking and all of us went outside, in the rain to call for Louie again. Finally, John saw him huddled in the corner of the deck behind a chair, no worse for wear.
From the looks of him and the fact that he was nice and dry I would venture a guess that he spend three and a half days hanging out under the deck.
He's now purring and back to do his PAY ATTENTION TO ME AND NOT THE COMPUTER dance on my laptop.
I had gone to bed resigned to the fact that I wouldn't see him again. He's back in our lives and I'm grateful. He gives both John and I a great deal of pleasure and love. He's a funny loving cat.
So, thank you to all of you that told me you were sending prayers for his return. I appreciate it.
Prayers, a good flashlight and some ham worked.
The Goddess does work in mysterious ways.