mrMimi woke me this morning.
"Wake up. MimiJr wants to talk to you."
In my experience, no good can come from a sentence like that. I picked up the phone and said hello, in my froggy just-woke-up voice.
MimiJr is in tears, and I can barely understand her.
"Mom, Tucker escaped. I can't find her. What do I do?
From what I could gather, her roommate got home about 5 a.m., drunk, and the cat got out. When MimiJr got up to go to work, she knew right away that something was wrong. Both cats are usually waiting for her, and they both help her shower every morning. She and her roommate (who feels terrible about it, as he should, frankly), and my son have been out since 7 a.m. looking for Tucker.
Unfortunately, I didn't have much constructive to add to what she's already done. Put out food, walk around the neighborhood, talk to neighbors, put up lost kitty flyers, and hardest of all, wait until the cat decides it's time to come home. If anyone has any other suggestions, I'd love to hear what they are.
My friend Boston gave me this little prayer -- Dear Saint Anthony, Please look around. Something is lost and cannot be found.
Okay, Tucker, playtime's over. Get your little kitty buns back here right now.
