Missing cat
The first book I read this year is a slim volume on pets' super powers. It tells about animals with supernatural ability to track their owners over vast distances, detect imminent danger to save their humans, sense the presence of spirits, even reincarnate. I read it wincing all the way through, finishing it simply because I hated to see my pile of unfinished reads.
But now I'm wishing with all my heart that some of the stories in that book had been true. So that of if Babang, my cat who has gone missing for the past 2 days, is lying hurt and cold and hungry somewhere, he could somehow telepathize his location to me I could come and rescue him. Or if he's lost after his usual foray, he could somehow find his way back home using his super power.
Babang usually leads a fairly regimented routine. After his morning feeding he leaves via the back garden to roam the orchards and empty overgrown lots in the back of my house. He would return home in the afternoon to lay cooling himself on the floor near the TV. He often leaves again after snacking on dry food. He'll return at night for dinner. Then it's time to sleep. He loves to curl up in my lap. When I lie down he stretches himself on my belly. Sometimes when he changes position in his sleep, his front paws will reach out and smack me on the mouth.
But he hasn't been home since Wednesday morning. Wednesday had been rainy. I thought he was simply taking shelter somewhere and will return when the weather cleared. He still hadn't showed up when I left Thursday noon. I am ragged with worry. His littermate Cecel is visibly upset, as well. She keeps staring at the corner of the garden where he usually emerges after his wandering.
I've roamed the area behind my house, looking for signs of him, with no luck. I'm thinking of going to the houses in the back with his photo. Putting up flyers for missing pets is an unknown practice here. But I don't know what else to do.
Please, please pray for his safe return. I'm ragged with worry, thinking all kinds of worst case scenarios. I'm on the verge of weeping at all times. Part of me keeps sternly reminding myself that accident happens and cats die all the time. I certainly have buried quite a number of them. But other part of me seems to cling to the believe that so long as nobody finds his body, he's still out there somewhere, and he'll come home.
Please come home, sweetie. Come home.
But now I'm wishing with all my heart that some of the stories in that book had been true. So that of if Babang, my cat who has gone missing for the past 2 days, is lying hurt and cold and hungry somewhere, he could somehow telepathize his location to me I could come and rescue him. Or if he's lost after his usual foray, he could somehow find his way back home using his super power.
Babang usually leads a fairly regimented routine. After his morning feeding he leaves via the back garden to roam the orchards and empty overgrown lots in the back of my house. He would return home in the afternoon to lay cooling himself on the floor near the TV. He often leaves again after snacking on dry food. He'll return at night for dinner. Then it's time to sleep. He loves to curl up in my lap. When I lie down he stretches himself on my belly. Sometimes when he changes position in his sleep, his front paws will reach out and smack me on the mouth.
But he hasn't been home since Wednesday morning. Wednesday had been rainy. I thought he was simply taking shelter somewhere and will return when the weather cleared. He still hadn't showed up when I left Thursday noon. I am ragged with worry. His littermate Cecel is visibly upset, as well. She keeps staring at the corner of the garden where he usually emerges after his wandering.
I've roamed the area behind my house, looking for signs of him, with no luck. I'm thinking of going to the houses in the back with his photo. Putting up flyers for missing pets is an unknown practice here. But I don't know what else to do.
Please, please pray for his safe return. I'm ragged with worry, thinking all kinds of worst case scenarios. I'm on the verge of weeping at all times. Part of me keeps sternly reminding myself that accident happens and cats die all the time. I certainly have buried quite a number of them. But other part of me seems to cling to the believe that so long as nobody finds his body, he's still out there somewhere, and he'll come home.
Please come home, sweetie. Come home.