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Lydia, the cat we found pregnant in the woods a few years back, seems to have gotten out somehow the Sunday before last.  No idea how, but I believe I saw her on the steps last week, but she ran away when i got to the door.

We put out flyers to all the neighbors within a block or two, as well as a couple businesses on Seneca Street.  She probably still has her collar with tags, but no one called except a neighbor suggesting I pray to St. Anthony.