I was texted last Sunday that Lex was spotted on a neighbors security camera. She even sent me the footage. I narrowed my search down to the wooded area between her yard and my apartments parting lot. Literally around the corner from my patio, less than 50 meters away
After about five minutes of shaking a bag of treats, meowing and calling his name, Lex finally emerged from a bush, on the other side of the fence.
After 20 minutes of cat talk and convincing I got him under and through the fence and into my arms and walked him home. He's still not big on being picked up, so it hurt me way more than it hurt him, but only one decent scratch. The rest are already fading.
He seems okay, not scratching at all, so I don't suspect any fleas. Nor have I noticed any near his bunker (also in my office where I'm typing this). Calling his vet tomorrow.
But, me, his sister Lynn and Riley the Dawg are all glad to have the little dude home. He's been chilling with Riley and I on the couch watching some teevee and getting some well missed head and belly scratches.
