no worries

With a loud Wow Sundy popped onto my chest at 2:45 am last night. I woke Kent by dancing kitty on his shoulder. Startled, Kent gazed out of sleep daze, "Oh. He's back."

Sundy smelled of old dirt, not quite under the house dirt. Maybe somebody else's toolshed? Maybe they heard him yowling in the quiet of the night and set him free.