JeniOctavia

Reiko some how managed to escape last night, while everyone was sleeping, either after Taco left for work or before. Either way I wasn't woken up by the usual feel of a tiny cat crawling on me desiring her usual morning dry food. I didn't realize anything was wrong until about 45 minutes ago.

We tore the house apart looking for her, but we didn't hear her bell and she didn't come to her bag rattling. Of course if she's outside she's not going to. She's a, go figure, timid feral-born cat who actually LIKES going outside and sniffing around, but probably got a bit too far this time and is now scared and hiding and refusing to come out.

J gave me some good pointers on trying to lure her back home, but it was hard to listen to anybody until I managed to calm down some. I only stopped crying about ten minutes ago.

I'm going to try sitting outside with food tonight like the missing kitty website suggested. If she's not back by Monday we're probably going to have to call some one to try trapping her, because I'll be leaving Wednesday morning for Portland.

Could this summer get any worse?