Ann Bosche of Mississippi was out walking her mini Dachshund, Gracie, when the sound of Gracie's barking and a pair of twinkling eyes beneath the bushes around her house told her that the two of them weren't alone.
"What came out from under that bush was a large, beautiful cat with a white tip on his tail," Ann told Care2. "I said, 'Aren't you a fancy thing?"
Ann hurried inside to get some food for her new friend, whom she named Mr. Fancy—although he was a skinny, bedraggled little thing, obviously in need of a good meal.
"He was skittish and backed away while I placed the bowl under the bush. He ate, said his good-byes and left. The next night, he was back again."
Ann began feeding the visitor daily, moving the bowl closer to the front porch with each meal.
"After a week, he was on the porch, morning and evening, waiting," Ann said. "He stayed a month. My husband figured we already had enough animals with a dog and two cats and wanted me to take the cat to the animal shelter. The next morning, I reluctantly loaded him up in a cat carrier and off we went. I dropped him off and an attendant took him to the back where the cages are. When he brought me my carrier, he said that the cat was back there banging his head against the iron cage door.
"I cried the five miles back to my house," Ann said.
He Escaped the Shelter 20 Minutes Later
Ann began checking the shelter's website right away for an adoption photo of the cat, but she never saw one. She hoped this was because someone had adopted the kitty so quickly, the shelter hadn't had time to create an adoption listing.
She was wrong.
As it turned out, the cat had escaped the shelter 20 minutes after Ann drove off.
He'd already decided who was supposed to be his forever human. She just hadn't realized it yet.
A full month later, Ann awakened very early to the sound of her husband talking to someone in the kitchen.
"I looked at the clock and wondered who was at my house at 5:30 am.," Ann said. "I got up to see and what I found was nothing short of a miracle. I saw a cat, sitting at my husband's feet, talking to him. I kept trying to focus on the cat and when he flipped his tail around, I saw proof. There was the white tip. I started crying and quietly said 'Oh my baby, Hi, Fancy.' He turned, saw me and ran to me, talking and squealing the whole way. I truly think he was saying 'I found you! I'm home now.'"
This time, Ann's husband was overruled. Mr. Fancy was here to stay.
"This cat spent a month traveling along busy streets, rail road lines, and rough neighborhoods trying to find me," Ann said. "I think he had a guardian angel looking out for him, directing him back to my house. I love him so much and feel we were meant to be together. He belongs here. Mr. Fancy will never want for a home, food or love again."
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