Losing a pet is a terrible thing; my mum despised our cat (to be fair he was a right little sh*t, but he was OUR little sh*t) yet she was beside herself when he went missing.

Pheobo – who we originally called Pheobe only to change at a later date when we found out he was a lad – seemingly had enough of our house a few years back, and wandered off never to return again.

I like to think he’s free and living it up on some island with some lovely girl cats – or at the very least keeping some old woman company down the road – but the realist in me knows that he was probably turned into roadkill ages ago.

RIP, boyo.

I say this because it’s the only mildly relatable segway I have into the crux of this article.

Tenuous I know.

Anyway, Baloo, like Pheobo, is a cat that likes to go missing.

The one-year old tabby from Nova Scotia was going about his normal day-to-day business when he crawled into a box (as all cats do) which was sent to Montreal, which, for those of you who don’t know, is a 1,500 mile round trip.

Owner Jacqueline Lake said:

“We knocked door-to-door, we searched the woods, we searched under decks, in garages, under steps … he was gone.

I was really starting to lose hope he was going to come back. He’s a very docile kitty, but he’s very curious and gets into things.”

The family were obviously devastated, but what they didn’t know is that Baloo was in the parcel that Jacqueline had taken to the post office from her home.

However, because he never made a sound she had no idea.

Luckily, the Purolator office in Montreal got suspicious when it saw the box.

The driver apparently spotted some urine in the back of the truck and took a closer look, which is the point at which they found the fleeing feline and called the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (SPCA).

They managed to track his family down all the way in Nova Scotia and Baloo was eventually reuinted with his family.

Jacqueline added:

“To actually have him be okay and coming back to me, I’m so thankful, I’m so thankful.”

The SPCA are using the story as an example to warn other pet owners to double-check parcels before sending them.

That does get me thinking, though; I distinctly remember taking a package to the Post Office around the same time Phoebo went missing.

Oh God, what I have done?!

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