My kitty

My kitty is missing. Last night, Joe, the guy renting my room, left the back door open. I've told him in the past not to do that, I told him not to let my cat outside. He's not an outside cat, has never been out there, and I don't want him to go outside. Well needless to say, he went outside since an open door is a temptation that no cat can resist.

I was feeling pretty lousy as it was, I just wanted to be left alone so I could wallow in my misery. So before I went to bed I was looking for my cat. "What's up" Joe said. "Where's my cat?" I said. a brief review of the house yeilded no feline. Joe stepped out into the backyard, "Is that him? I'll get him." Joe lunged.

A cat that has never been outside will most likely be intimidated, and any largelumbering mammal appears to be a predator, so he ran. after 2 hours of fruitless searching and calling for him, I put some wet food out and hoped for his return. I was so furious that he was allowed to get out. I almost told Joe and his chick to get out. I slept like 3 hours, took a drive through my neighborhood to see if I could spot him, and then came to work.

I love my cat. He's my buddy. He is the coolest pet I've ever had. He's my baby and one of my best friends. He is one of the biggest reasons why I couldn't top myself. He'd better come back. If he does I am going to be sooooo happy. I'll probably cry.

I've got flyers printed up to hang in the common area.