A Cat With Nine Lives

Victoria (the resident animal lover) brought home a cute orange cat a couple of months ago. Just until she could find a home for him. Uh huh. Sure. Well, Fritz moved in - pretty permanently. We all actually fell in love with him - except Socks - Ally's somewhat senile feline. She wants to beat him up. Night before last, we got a phone call from a neighbor who hit Fritz with his car (by accident). Bruce and Victoria spotted him in the yard but then he disappeared into the bushes. We called and called and looked and looked. Finally, we decided that he must have had severe internal injuries and crawled off to die. Anastasia was very heartbroken. Yesterday, she was sitting at the computer, and had made a little slide show of Fritz pictures, set to lovely music. (How she figured out how to do that I will never know.) Anyhow, last night - there was a little noise at the front door -and low and behold it was Fritz! He has a cut on one leg and some grease stains on his back - but seems his old happy lovable self. Since he was a scrawny stray when a friend of Victoria's first took him in, we figure he's used up more than one of his nine lives. Hope he's around for a while though. He's a keeper.