please come home
At the moment, I am a bit obsessed with finding my neighbor’s missing kitten. Because I am stubborn. Because she is so little and cute and timid that I hate to think of her alone and scared. Most of all though, because Atlas loves her – and it is breaking my heart to watch him sitting and waiting patiently outside her patio, when she is not there to come out and tease him.
Anyway, I found a website yesterday with tips on what to do when a cat is lost, so now the area abounds with smelly tuna and sardine cans and I have been poking around in the dusk with a flashlight. I fear that I may not be endearing myself to the rest of my neighbors (well, the ones I haven’t enlisted to the cause yet). However, the tuna is gone from the area where I think she is most likely to be hidden, so I am a bit more optimistic this morning.
Oh – this is not a photo of the kitten. This is a photo of my sister’s cat, Kia. The kitten rather reminds me of Kia, except she is smaller.