... and the freaking cat is back!!!!!! Whew!!! It was indeed Misifer making the neighbors' dogs bark. I heard a feeble meow, went outside, and there he was, on the roof next door. I extended my arms and he came back promptly to me. I brought him inside, and he immediately went to his litter box. Then to his food dish. Luckily he has his priorities all set up . I did hug him and gave him a quick peck on the nose (that was a first for me! ). I fed him an extra ration of salmon-flavored cat food, and hugged him some more. I decided to hold his death sentence in suspension pending future developments . Then I went to the vet clinic 3 blocks away and made an appointment. I know, so close to home, and still I failed to do it earlier . Tomorrow they'll do some blood tests to see if everything is ok, and on Friday he'll have his little cat jewels removed . To quote Louis Creed from Pet Sematary: "Treasure your cojónes while you got em, Church, old boy". Except it's "cojones", without the accent . And it's "Misifer", not "Winston Churchill", aka "Church". But the feeeling is more or less the same I feel so relieved. Cat is napping next to me. My kids will be home very soon, and I'm very happy they'll find his pet safe and sound.