elfs | He's gone. That's three...

It has now been more than three weeks since Bosco went missing on August 9th. Either he's landed somewhere with someone who is feeding him, and who has not taken him to the vet, or... well.

Dinah was an indoor cat for much of her life, especially at night. Bosco was a nighttime kitty, often not coming back until two or three AM, once he'd figured out that we'd always let him in if he did come back.

Two other cats from the neighborhood have gone missing in the past two years, too. Something about the woods behind my house, possibly even that damned raccoon, has been killing cats at an alarming rate.

I couldn't sleep well, partly out of thinking about this. It's why I'm blogging at 5am. Necco senses something is wrong, because she's not sleeping in anyone's bed anymore, preferring the living room couch. When Bosco would sleep at my feet, she'd sleep at Omaha's. Unless Storm was at her mother's house, then she'd take Storm's bed over and peer down at Kouryou-chan in the lower bunk all night long.

Damn.