I adopted Loki in around 1999. I lived in Boston. He was a six month old kitten and right away I was smitten. He lived with me and my roommate Richard, and at that point he was an indoor cat. He was a great escape artist, though. He escaped many times into the hallway. Fortunately for me, he never made it out side.
Flash forward to 2002. I am living in Maine for the summer (with my parents) and preparing to move to New York City. I am panicked that I would not be able to find a place that would allow Loki. Mom and Dad agree to take Loki in. Their lives were never the same. Neither was Loki’s.
Mom has a saying, “Loki rules!” And he does. He is a commanding, feisty feline.
Last Thursday, Loki went missing. Mom kept checking on him, he never showed. At the house my parents owned (Mom moved in March) Loki was able to go in and out as he pleased. Right now, not so much. According to Mom, he had disappeared before, but never longer than a couple of days. This was different.
Come to find out, some good Samaritan trucked poor old Lokster over to the Animal Refuge League. I called and sent a picture over yesterday. Today they contacted me back, they had Loki!
So I sprung him from the joint.