FIRST PIC IS FROM THE OLD POST. REST ARE FROM TODAY.
You guys remember this stoic bastard Walter? For those who do not, I'll give you the run-down. We met him shortly after moving to SE Idaho. Very distrustful but would come by for food which we'd leave out for him and another stray (Sisu, who we adopted a year ago). He was the sheriff of the strays. Won every fight, but rarely went looking for them. Allowed all the cats (but one, that we're pretty sure is his son) into our yard for food and rest, but did not tolerate any tomfoolery. It took about 6 months to gain Walter's trust enough to pet him. We made him an "apartment" in the front yard. A cat-sized tent & bed with a rigid canvas canopy over it to keep the elements out. He lived in that for months. We'd see him every day. He got an infected paw from a fight so we brought him inside and had a vet do a house call. She figured he was about 10. The plan was to eventually get him to a vet to be neutered, medicated for anything needed, and brought home to live indoors.
That plan went to shit... at first. See, we were THREE days from his vet appointment when he vanished without a trace. The longest we had gone without seeing him prior to this was maybe 24 hours. After the first week my wife started losing hope, believing something had happened to him. She cried herself to sleep for at least 2 weeks. Having grown up with many cats over the years, many of whom were formerly strays themselves, I told my wife to keep an eye out. That sometimes strays go off questing for long periods of time and then show back up like it was no big deal. It didn't help, and honestly, after 6 weeks I started to lose hope.
So after he'd been missing for 7 & 1/2 weeks, while I was downstairs playing Crimson Desert on my PS5 (great game, btw), I get a phone call from my wife... Who works from home... 15 feet away. I answer, very confused. She's talking but very shaken. "IT'S WALTER! HE'S BACK!" I bolt outside to our garage, where she had set up several cat beds, food, water, and toys for all the strays, and there he is, awoken from his nap and startled, as if he'd almost forgotten who we were. He was a little skinnier, his cheeks were a little swollen (bad tooth), dirty, and a little beat up. The breakaway collar we put on him 2 days before he disappeared was also gone. My wife cried on my shoulder. She was overwhelmed in the best way. I'll be honest, I shed a happy tear or two for Walter's unexpected return to us.
We were able to remind him who we were and feed him. He gave us some headbutts and rolled around on his back a bit before starting to head down the sidewalk. It was now or possibly never. I scooped him up (he never cared about being picked up) and brought him into the house. He is secluded in a spare bedroom downstairs with everything he needs until both the vet stuff is done, and the other cats have had enough time to get used to his scent. He is a bit stressed about not being let back outside, but he's calmed and is resting. We aren't going to let this chance to finally give him the life he deserves slip away again.
So, as of now, Walter, the Sheriff 'round these here parts, the Ron Swanson of all cats, is retired to a peaceful life indoors with a loving family. He will likely occasionally unretire for a minute or two to put our other 3 cats in their place. Specifically Sisu, the only other male.
Walter, my boy... you're home.