As the title proclaims, my cat is missing and my heart is broken.
This is an obituary of sorts.
Howie the cat was the best cat in the World. His name was stupid. We got him from the animal shelter about 10 years ago, and that’s what they named him. He was almost like a dog.. he certainly knew what his name was and came when you called him. We last saw him on Tuesday night. He has all of his claws in no collar. We have a pet door so that he can go in and out whenever he feels like it and he likes to kill small animals. Sometimes he brings them back in through the pet door and then my morning is spent tracking down the chipmunk while he patiently watches me lift sofas. He is never gone over night.
I went to the shelter today to see if he was there. He was not, and I cried. The woman working the desk apparently has no feelings. She was quite rude. Maybe she has hardened her heart because she has lost so many animals in her past… (she was also old). Today I also went around the neighborhood and posted my latest art project, my missing cat poster.
I’ll post more relevant things later. Just rather sad right now.
