The cat came back the very next day

Well, not quite, but he is back. Tygger finally came home on Friday night. I came back from an evening of recording stuff at Justin's and called out to him out of habit. I heard somebody yelling at me from the neighbour's porch and got angry for a moment at Jack for looking so much like Tygger. I headed towards him to pat him anyway and he fled. It was then that I noticed that he wasn't wearing his bell. I followed him for a bit then gave up when he continued to elude me. As I headed upstairs, I thought once again "wouldn't it be stupid..." So I picked up the flashlight and went back outside. I crooned and cajoled for about ten minutes before he finally bolted past me and into the house. He was super-thin and even once he was inside I had to open his mouth to check for the broken tooth that confirmed his identity. He still smells a bit off but that's nothing a couple of baths won't cure. I guess that for now everything is right in my little world!