Last year in January my oldest daughter and her partner moved to their new home, a week before they were to marry. Their house was about 7 miles from their previous home. Everything went well except for one thing - their cat Tricky didn't like the new house and disappeared at the end of the first day.

My daughter was devastated and she and her husband and friends spent every evening walking round the streets of their new home, calling out for Tricky. A week went by and they were racing through all the wedding plans, but feeling lousy about the cat.

The morning of the big day came and I got a phone call from my daughter, in tears, but very happy. That morning, they received a phone call from their old neighbours - Tricky had walked the 7 miles back to his old home, and had just turned up, looking bedraggled and hungry. The neighbours said they'd look after him for the day, and the wedding was puurrfect, as the bride could relax knowing that Tricky had come home.

Tricky has now been settled comfortably into the new home for a year and a half with no further adventures.


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