I used to feed and fuss a gorgeous silver tabby cat in my street. He had a home, but he was a bit of a free spirit. His owners didn't object. They told me they had adopted him from an apparently vagrant life a few miles away.
Pablo didn't change his ways. He took himself across several busy roads to make himself at home on the other side of our urban village, and it was only after two weeks, when his new "owners" took him to the vet's for a check up that his microchip was found, and he was reunited with his owners.
I myself scooped him up in the next street playing chicken among the cars and took him to his home. They didn't even know he'd got out.
It's been months since I saw him. I guessed he'd gone wandering again, or maybe a car had got him.
But it turns out he's been on a real long-distance adventure. He's turned up in Scotland. That's about 450 miles away.
He's being flown back. He may already have arrived.
Can't wait to see him again.
I hope this link works for everyone so you can see Pablo and read the story.