Barbara's husband recovered nicely, and she realized how much she loved Wollie. She mentioned this to her daughter who schemed to adopt Wollie in secret so she could surprise her mother. This worked out til the point the daughter puts the cat in a carrier, the kind that zips. Now I don't know for sure, but black cats are often Siamese mixes, and these mixes are in my experience smarter than your average feline. But perhaps the daughter was just careless. Anyhow, Wollie escaped from the carrier in a parking lot in Bedford, six miles from Barbara Olliphant's house. Cat disappears and this time he is on his own in a world of coyotes in the woods, and cars on the asphalt river of death. Wollie has used up another life. It is June 23, 2012.
Barbara Olliphant, then, three days later, spots Wollie crossing the road. The cat has traveled six miles in three days. Wollie is home.
Wollie we know used up six of nine lives. He was grown when he was adopted, as a stray, so who knows how many lives he really has left. This story, mainly, except the snark, came from an article in a St. Louis newspaper. But the article is not still available. It had a picture with it, and if you search google images for "Barbara Olliphant cat" you can see various pictures of Barbara and Wollie, of which below is one. They are both adorable.