Some of you may remember when my son's cat Fu got lost three years ago. My son was moving and was afraid Fu got outside. I drove all the way to Minneapolis, four hours away, to help him look. After two or three days, Fu was finally found after my son went back for one final look in his empty apartment and found cat poops in the bath tub. He was never happier to see that sight. He had an idea of where Fu might be: he thought Fu might have gone in the opening where the pipes are under the kitchen sink. He opened a can of smelly cat food and held it up to the opening. Soon he heard a rustling sound and then a dusty little cat head appeared!
Bonnie
