Dickens never went outdoors as a young cat. Only after I bought my trailor six years ago and moved with too many cats did Dickens begin to escape outdoors.
He once disappeared for more than a month, I was terrified he would not come home. These days he's getting older, about age 10, but he is still very fast, and knows just how to slip out between my ankles.
This weekend he didn't come home. Worried about his well being, Cameron cast her "Kittly, Come Home Spell." She no soooner than carved his name into the candle, and Dickens was home.