Big Apple Dreaming

Cain, the Siamese, is missing. The front door blew open and he went out. Sonny went out with him, wisely came back in after Corpsman yelled at him. Cain hasn't been seen since about 8:30 and I'm worried. It's cold and windy tonight and he's old at fourteen. I've been out with the flashlight and cat treats every fifteen minutes calling him. It may be too windy for him to hear me if he's gone far. I've looked out on Clearview to see if he's run into traffic and gotten killed. Shit!

I hope he decides to come home tonight and if not, I hope he decides to come home in the morning for breakfast. What the hell possesses house cats to want to run outside where their food and water bowls aren't?

PenguinPete's cat, Spot, was killed last night by neighborhood dogs. I explained that was one of the possibilities when Spot decided to be an indoor-outdoor cat. He could have also gotten run over by a car or ingested poison. Pete could not keep him indoors because Spot was a willful, little son of a bitch. When they moved to a nice neighborhood in Gentilly, Pete thought it would be OK to let him out as he wished since it was better than where they had lived Uptown. Turns out it wasn't really.

Spot: he lived fat, died fairly young and left a bloody corpse for my friend to bury.