Missing!

Missing - a pain in the ass, sweet, lovable, awesome cat. Answers to the name Dumbass, Forrest, ReRe, hey you, and the sound of any can being opened, in hopes that it is tuna. The damn cat has been missing since last Wednesday. It's possible that he snuck out in the AM when S left the door open when he ran out to go the the bus stop with Trinks and me. Of course it's always possible he's still in the house and we'll find his dead body when it starts to decompose. Lovely.

I was in NYC until late last night, so hubby has been in charge of finding the cat. He has been to the SPCA twice, scoured the neighborhood a couple of times, and checked every closet to make sure he isn't trapped somewhere. We're beginning to feel this will not have a happy ending.

As much as we have complained about Re, he is the best cat I have ever owned, cat puke and piss issues included. The darn cat has cost us thousands in home repair, but his winning personality has made it worthwhile. I have never known a cat who can take up half a king sized bed. I also don't know of a cat who can stand being poked in the face and not react. I am holding on to a very small hope we will find him soon. With cats, you never know.