Yesterday's edition of The Washington Post contained an article about a woman searching for her lost cat. She last saw him in December 2003. My Mom says that she would have given up on finding me after a few months. A few months! I disappeared for a couple of weeks on two different occasions in my earlier life. I guess I'm lucky that I didn't stay away any longer or she might have replaced me or something. One of Mom's brother's cats disappeared April 18 and has not returned. They've pretty much given up on finding poor Juni-Purr.
How do you all feel about this? Is the lady in the article a crazy cat lady?
Labels: Lost cat