Just got home from the alley. Who should come out to greet me but Miss Mia, as if she had never been gone. She looked healthy, but consumed two cans and some dry food. She did not comment on her last month's activities.
"Mia, where have you been?"
Bland complacent gaze. Silence.
I am guessing that someone took her in, and either let her out when they realized she was not eager to be domesticated, or, she escaped.
It may have taken her a day or two to get back to her old home territory.
I don't know what to expect tomorrow. But I am so relieved that she is not dead.