WHAT THE FUCK!
Someone tore down our Lost Cat posters AGAIN! This is the second time they've done it, and it's not because postering is illegal in our town.
$70: down the drain. Chocolate: still missing. It's been 15 days.
... but I have a plan, and it is good.
I wish it were good enough to get her back, though. I even went so far as to discover that pet detectives with scent-sniffing dogs is something I cannot afford on my own, unfortunately. It's really horrible to think that maybe $750 or $2,200 could have been the difference in finding her. That just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
Man. At this point, all I want to know is if she's still alive and healthy. I don't even need to have her back, if that's what it would take. If I never saw her again, but someone called anonymously to say they had her and they're keeping her for their own, ... well, I'd understand. She's the most amazing cat I've ever met. A lot of you who've met her would probably agree.
And at this point, I'd rather take that over this open-ended mourning. Right now, anything is better than this.
It's a strange thing to be sad every day. A lot of people I consider friends are going through something that makes them profoundly sad at the moment -- circumstances that they have no control over. I don't know why that is (maybe something in the air, or the stars?) but I do think it's a shame that there is so much of this going around.
So to the air and the stars: Have mercy, please ... I've had enough of this.
Someone tore down our Lost Cat posters AGAIN! This is the second time they've done it, and it's not because postering is illegal in our town.
$70: down the drain. Chocolate: still missing. It's been 15 days.
... but I have a plan, and it is good.
I wish it were good enough to get her back, though. I even went so far as to discover that pet detectives with scent-sniffing dogs is something I cannot afford on my own, unfortunately. It's really horrible to think that maybe $750 or $2,200 could have been the difference in finding her. That just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
Man. At this point, all I want to know is if she's still alive and healthy. I don't even need to have her back, if that's what it would take. If I never saw her again, but someone called anonymously to say they had her and they're keeping her for their own, ... well, I'd understand. She's the most amazing cat I've ever met. A lot of you who've met her would probably agree.
And at this point, I'd rather take that over this open-ended mourning. Right now, anything is better than this.
It's a strange thing to be sad every day. A lot of people I consider friends are going through something that makes them profoundly sad at the moment -- circumstances that they have no control over. I don't know why that is (maybe something in the air, or the stars?) but I do think it's a shame that there is so much of this going around.
So to the air and the stars: Have mercy, please ... I've had enough of this.
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The joint has changed. I missed you, and I'm glad you're still here.
i wish i could help u!