This morning I received an email from Snook, titled, "fat cat called."
This was the message:
"fat cat called and I went and got her yesterday. she's home now...."
For the moment, this is all the information that I have, but it is mighty good information.
For readers who missed the story of how Fat Cat jumped ship in Circle after traveling by boat with Snook, Alma and I up the Yukon River from Fort Yukon to Circle, you can find it here.
This must mean that Fat Cat finally found her way to a home in Circle and so the promised call was made. It must mean that Snook would have made a five-hour round trip boat ride from Fort Yukon to Circle to pick her up.
It means that for over two months she evaded the lynx spotted near the village, and grizzly bears, too.
She must have had a grand adventure and she ended it just before winter, which here can sink into the lower -70's, set in.
If I had the resources available to me, I would hop in my airplane right now, zip up to Fort Yukon and Circle and put the story together as best I could.
But I haven't the resource and my airplane is hopelessly broken.
Yet, I am happy, just to know Fat Cat is back.
I wonder if she is still fat?
Maybe she is Slim Cat now.
Even if so, I have a feeling she will soon be Fat Cat again.