My Saturday in Six Words (and some more):
NO LADY’S FAIR: SEARCHING FOR BORIS
Today I was supposed to go to a Lady’s Fair, where several talented friends sell their silver jewelry, art and clothes. But my plans have changed. Boris is missing! And I have to find him!
When I came home from work Thursday evening, the cats were eager to go out into the back yard. I opened the window for them and they jumped out into the dark. It was a warm summer’s night and they hadn’t eaten yet, so they were bound to return in a little while. But then I noticed the cat bowl was filled with food: my son had taken care of them while I was away. I hurried outside to call them and two responded to my whistling, since my whistle ususally means CAT TREATS. Boris didn’t come though. He’s a big boy, I thought, tomorrow morning he will be back, begging for food after a night of partying. I’m still waiting for him to do that. No Boris in the morning, no Boris in the evening. I keep waking up in the middle of the night and drag my tired body downstairs to check out both the front and back door. Nothing.
The neighbors are alerted and I searched the district, called the animal shelter and the vet and filled in forms and sent photos, reported Boris missing on several sites (he’s chipped). Next on my list is making cards on which I ask the residents of the the houses in our neighborhood to check out their garages and sheds. But most of all I am worrying and fretting over what has happened to him. Smokey also misses his buddy. He’s following me around like a shadow.
Sweet Boris, come back. We miss you!