Wednesday night we were walking the dogs down the cul-de-sac to say hi to one of our neighbors. While we were chatting I heard an anxious meow from somewhere near that sounded like Snowdrop. But where was he? Was I misidentifying the cat? But the meowing continued and TYG spotted him pressed up to one of the grills in the crawlspace.
We went around back and inside and yes, he was there. Clearly scared — didn’t want to approach us, didn’t want to leave by the open door. After 20 minutes or so, he instead pushed through a hole in one of the grates and got out. We went home and he showed up on the deck, thirsty and hungry. And friendly — now that he was safe he was happy to accept petting.
Yay! We’re very happy our boy is not drowned or in coyote’s gullet. To celebrate, here are photos of cats on things.
Here’s Wisp on the stairs.
Wisp on a table.
And from a few weeks back, Snowdrop on a chair. 
#SFWApro
Great news!
My wife is over the moon about it. I’m quite happy myself.
So glad he came back!
Thanks. He’s hanging around very steadily now, more than he has in a while.