Having our kitten stolen and our dog hit by a car in the same 24 hours has thrown me for a loop. Dante (dog) seems fine except for earning the new nickname of ‘Limpy”. We hope that will be temporary. The kitten is another story.
We’ve spent the day looking for him. Fliers advertising a reward for his return have yielded nothing. The boy we suspect of napping him has avoided our house and won’t answer phone calls. I’ve even gone so far as to creep around near their house to look in a few coolers and boxes. Nothing has turned up.
Everyone has been moping and watching out the door in hopes that he’ll come scrambling up. Moffi, our other cat, had really taken to him. She’s spent the day sitting in the middle of the backyard yowling miserably. She’s only echoing what we all feel.
Now it’s time to accept that he’s gone, I think. I can’t just sit around the house sniffling. He was the smartest and funniest little kitten. I’m going to hope someone else saw that and nabbed him to cherish as their own. Wherever our little Heiny is I hope he’s safe and happy. We hope he comes back. Until then, he’s going to be missed.