See the beautiful cat pictured here? He ran out of the house a bit after midnight last night. He isn't back yet. I miss him. He is a little like my child. He is my favorite. He is the best cat in the world. I tried for a very long time not to cry. Finally,
papertigers looked at me and said, "Honey, he's coming back." That's when I wept. I said, "Are you sure?" She promised. I know she doesn't know any more than I do, but somehow, it comforted me. I may not sleep much tonight, but at least I have someone in my corner.