black mamba
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Nearly 50 years ago my family visited my grandpa at his farm, taking our cat with us. When it was time to go home, we couldn't find the cat, so we had to leave him. About 3 months later we returned to Pop's, and still couldn't find the cat. Our aunt lived about 2 miles away in town, and one night I stayed the night at their house, sleeping out in a camper in the back yard with my cousin. About 11 o'clock at night we were playing with flashlights in the camper and heard a cat meowing outside. We looked out, and . . . there was Frisky, our cat! Three months and two miles later, he found me. He was pretty rough looking, but completely healthy and he came right to me.