I was going to jokingly call you a "catnapper", as a play on "kidnapper". But then I realized that "catnapper" could be interpreted as someone who takes short naps. Ambiguity is my enemy.
Something similar happened with me when my gray tabby disappeared. We assumed she went off to die. Over a year later, an identical gray tabby walked in the house, demanding to be fed like she owned the place. Spooky events follow cats, who are more plugged into the universe.
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The time paradox sorts this out.