McPherson had not been home for a long time and Linda had become increasingly worried. Normally, McPherson was a sweet, devoted kitty, but Linda reported he could be skittish at times.

When I communicated with McPherson, he let me know that he was in the yard in a vinyl sided one and a half story home where a white man about forty five years or older lived. There was a short stone garden border with thick bushes and McPherson was well camouflaged by the leaves. He had seen Linda, but was still gathering the courage to make his journey home.

Linda knew the place but could not find McPherson. Two days later McPherson came home.

Linda writes:

"You gave me hope!! I could not find him, but he appeared two days later."