A cat named "Vino/Tabby/Tigger"

Once we had a cat, and his name was "Vino."
I'm using the past-tense, because now he lives down the block somewhere, and his new name is "Tigger." We didn't see him for weeks at a time, and eventually assumed he was deceased. Then one day he strolled in our kitchen wearing a fancy collar and a "Tigger"name tag. He found himself a new name and a better home, and I guess his new owners were afraid their precious cat would get lost. Ha! Little do they know, their rescued "stray" is just out visiting his old home.

Now-- before you accuse us of cat neglect, I will say "Vino/Tigger" received every kindness at our house after I brought him home 6 years ago. He seemed a bit high strung, but like a normal tabby kitten. He was nothing like our fine old tabby "Cowboy," but I thought he had potential. But it wasn't long before he started going out and selectively working the neighborhood. He liked visiting the houses of elderly ladies with soft furniture and free cat food. A few years ago, I met a nice woman just down the street who referred to him as her favorite cat "Tabby." She said he liked to climb up her arbor and sleep in her 2nd floor bedroom. Does this sound like a dumb cat to you? She eventually moved, and "Tabby" also moved on to become "Tigger" somewhere else.

To make a long story short, "Vino/Tabby/Tigger" got a good scare this spring when Amanda's little dog seriously chased him out of our yard. Roger is a fast Australian Shepard-- nothing like the sweet, lumbering golden retriever "Vino/Tabby/Tigger" was good at avoiding. And so we didn't see him again for a long, long time. That is, until this very morning when he strolled in the kitchen at 5 am and drank a bowl of milk, as if he had never left. At 3 am the raccoons were fighting like wolverines in the yard, so maybe he needed the security of his first home? Here he is, staring up glassy-eyed, begging for milk and looking like he never saw me before!