I've been home all day, and it's beautiful outside, so Cooper has been out all day, napping quietly.
H just called me in a state of panic. Someone three blocks away had Cooper in their yard. After nearly peeing myself, I realized our back gate hadn't been shut properly when I was using it this morning. He must have seen a cat or something and managed to get out of the yard. We live a block or so away from two very busy streets, so I freaked out.
These nice people managed to get Cooper into their fenced backyard, and their kids were petting him. They then called H, whose number is on the tag. Thank Cheesus.
I am so relieved, and so pissed at myself for not double-checking the gate. It's been kind of screwy recently, so H said he's going to fix it this weekend.
Good story, Special.