Fuckkity Fuck FUCK
I am not at work.
The Middle Kitty is out.
Any positive thoughts to his quick, safe, still-viable return would be appreciated. I'm going to go freak the fuck out now.
That is all.
What do you get when you cross a healthy dose of paranoid anxiety with panentheistic solipsism, throw in a fake doctorate, encyclopedic knowledge of Robert Heinlein & a Masters of Mixology, add a dash of Discordian Hindu mysticism, give the result an addiction to the printed word in all its forms, and then employ it answering phones?
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oh no! i hope you find her soon.
File a report at the Animal Shelter or the pound. Sometimes if you file a report first, they won't charge you an adoption fee if your kitty turns up there. That's what I did when mine went missing, plus I ran off about 100 "Missing Cat" posters and put one on every door or in every mailbox on my block. You may be strapped for cash, but offering a reward helps. Good luck!
This has been stressing me out for you all afternoon. Any progress?
Any news?
All appendages (including 5 sets of paws) have been crossed in hopes of Middle Kitty's safe return.
MNAnimal Control called. Assurances given that they do not pick up stray cats unless they have been trapped. Complex does not use cat traps.
Humane Society called and missing pet report filed.
Huge hole in the fence leading into another fenced-in area of kitty-friendly puckerbrush found. Strong suspicions entertained that MK is holed up in there -- he usually reappears around dark. Food is out for him and a little later I'm putting out tuna.
Permission obtained from apartment manager to have friend come and paper complex with fliers tomorrow if I go to work.
But no MK. The pendulum says he's fine. I'm keeping faith.
Just came by to see if the wayward kitty had returned home. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
And again.
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