Clyde, great story!

My oldest brother, Bob, had a huge pet cat named "Mouser" (even tho he certainly was no mouse-catcher) which was coal black except for a white diamond under his chin. He was a very "tall" cat, and had a wild kind of look about him. He was not affectionate toward anyone in the family except Bob, who could pet and love on him at will. Personally, I hated that cat, because he loved to catch me playing in the field and would run and jump on my leg, digging his claws into my thighs thru my overalls.

Anyway, soon after Bob graduated from Floyd High in 1947, he went to work for the Pocahontas Fuel Company stores in WVA, and he would come home every 2-3 weeks for the weekend. The first week Bob was gone, Mouser disappeared. But when Bob came home for his first weekend visit, Mouser showed up in our porch windown within a few hours. Every time Bob left, Mouser would leave, and every time Bob came home, Mouser would show up within 3-4 hours. This went on for years, with Mouser being reported seen as far away as Indian Valley, Topeka, and the Ben Wade hill on Rte 8. As he grew to old age there finally came a time when Bob came home and Mouser did not show up. We gave him up for dead, and a few more months went by with Bob coming home, but Mouser not. Then late one Friday night, soon after Bob had come in from WVA, we heard noises on the front porch. Going out to see what it was, we found a very old, brown cat, with matted fur, trying to jump up in the porch window. You could just make out the lighter color of a white diamond under his chin. Mouser had made it home to die, which he did the next day.