MOJO!
Well I finally saw him yesterday. Or his tail, at least. But as I always say (anyone will tell you I say this all the time), "Where there's a cat tail, there's a cat!" Not to be confused with cattails. Unless somebody chopped it off and the cat ran away. But that would be sad, not to mention oogy, so we won't assume that, 'kay?
I don't know if he's holed up in the same spot today. I wouldn't be if I were him, but I'm not him so I don't really know what's going through his fuzzy little head. Poor thing, I must assume he's scared (or he'd be out playing and cuddling and stuff), but I don't know how to fix it.
Anyway, I saw Mojo, so all is better. Not all better, but better.
I don't know if he's holed up in the same spot today. I wouldn't be if I were him, but I'm not him so I don't really know what's going through his fuzzy little head. Poor thing, I must assume he's scared (or he'd be out playing and cuddling and stuff), but I don't know how to fix it.
Anyway, I saw Mojo, so all is better. Not all better, but better.