After being gone for almost twenty-four hours, and after many shed tears (shed tears = raccoon eyes) on my part, he wandered back home to get out of the pouring rain. Consider me thankful. Since then he has learned a new trick. If he's outside and we are sleeping, he'll claw the screen on our window until we get up and let him in. Cats are so funny. I can think of no good reason to be so in love with him, and yet I am. He's one lucky duck.