On the weekends I normally let my cat out all morning because these are less dangerous days for a cat with less traffic since most people sleep-in and stay home and relax, bbq, etc.
He normally frolics all morning long then comes home at noon, eats, and crawls under the bedding and sleeps all afternoon.
Last Saturday he did not come home. This usually means he is lost.
So I got on my mountain bike around 1 pm -- his normal daytime bedtime -- and rode all over the neighborhood for a total of 15 miles (per the odometer) for 6 hours until I finally found him very close to home sleeping in the bushes in the big vegetable garden across the street.
He comes when I call him so my voice must have woke him up.
He did all his wake-up actions like stretch, yawn, and rub his eyes with his front paws.
Then he followed me home.
I hope your story Dalia has a similar happy ending.
He normally frolics all morning long then comes home at noon, eats, and crawls under the bedding and sleeps all afternoon.
Last Saturday he did not come home. This usually means he is lost.
So I got on my mountain bike around 1 pm -- his normal daytime bedtime -- and rode all over the neighborhood for a total of 15 miles (per the odometer) for 6 hours until I finally found him very close to home sleeping in the bushes in the big vegetable garden across the street.
He comes when I call him so my voice must have woke him up.
He did all his wake-up actions like stretch, yawn, and rub his eyes with his front paws.
Then he followed me home.
I hope your story Dalia has a similar happy ending.