Day two on the homefront; my cat population is still cut in half.
Lola is loving it. Absolutely soaking it up. She’s rolling around, stark white belly fur to the ceiling and cares to the wind. I keep trying to get the information out of her but she just stares at me.
I think she knows.
I’ve been thinking: maybe the whole rapture thing was kind of well-calculated. Maybe it really did happen but a few weeks too late and it only applied to cats. Maybe I’ve experienced some sort of cat rapture.
Lola must be filled to the brim with sin.
It’s been suggested by one of your fellow readers that the drug lords have taken Hobbes. Perhaps as ransom for my silence. I’ve been waiting around for them to call me and make their demands, but they haven’t. Maybe they’re trying to make me sweat it out a little longer.
I went the traditional route, too, you know. I’ve been around the inside and outside of the apartment several times. Too many times, probably, for someone who likes to think of themselves as sane. Too many times for someone who is a licensed driver, anyway. I remembered this one time when I was little that we lost my cat for like, a week. An entire week she just wasn’t around. Then one day my brother opened his sock drawer and there she was. Scared the living bejeezus out of him. It raised a lot of questions. Like didn’t she ever get hungry. Or was she only in there part of the time. And why didn’t my brother need clean socks more often than once a week.
But I checked the dresser. I pulled out all the drawers. I’ve checked every tiny little place that he might be able to fit his tiny little head and there’s no Hobbers. No Hobbesy. No Hobbesinator.
So here I am, making light of it. Not because I’m heartless, but actually because I’m incredibly distraught over the whole thing and I can’t seem to muster up a topic that doesn’t have to do with my missing cat.
Plus, it’s really just ripe for comedy. I mean, I almost started off this post making a joke about how I’m only at half cat-pacity. Ah ha! HA! Heh. *ahem* But I didn’t.
At least I still have some wits about me. ♣