This is our cat Fluffy. He turned 10 years old the day after Guyfawkes.
When Fluffy was two years old he was lost for two months. We looked everywhere and put this first photo of Fluffy into every neighbours' letterbox. We rang up the radio station, put it on the internet and knocked on peoples' doors. My son went out with the flashlight every night calling his name.
Early one morning at 2am we heard meowing and he was outside. Still had a lovely coat, but was thinner and had long claws - the vet thinks he may have been captured and kept in someone's house. He hasn't ventured off the section since, and when anyone comes up the path he is under the house and very nervous about anyone except our family who he trusts.