Dude the Cat is still missing. This is killing my creative mojo. Actually, it is killing all the mojo, all the time. I do have a useful post in my head though! I now know lots and lots about finding (or trying to find) a lost pet in my area. Which shelters do a great job of scanning every animal for microchips, and which ones say, “This one looks grumpy I’m not in the mood to be shredding to pieces. Mark it down as ‘not chipped’ Fred.” Which shelter are you mostly likely to contract a STD and worms? Which shelter is overly cheerful but at least doesn’t smell like 100 years of piss and dead animals? I have all these answers and more people!
As a way of saying, “I’m sorry for being sad” here is a recent thrilling conversation I had with Chicken via Google chat while he was in the other room.
Chicken’s Chat Status: Dear Lana: Marry me. kthxbai.
Sam: DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT LANA DEL REY IS A GIRL? SHE HAS A VAGINA FOR PETE’S SAKE.
Chicken: DONT YOU MEAN FOR PATRICIA’S SAKE?
DAMN CAPS LOCK IS BROKEN AGAIN
SHAKES FIST AT GODS
Sam: HAHAHAHA
YOU’RE SHAKING YOUR FIST AT NOTHING
Chicken: NUUUUUUU D:
*sobs quietly*
That sucks. The Chicken chat is (as promised) greatly amusing and a good antidote to the high # of church billboards I’ve been driving past this week, but no apologies are needed – this is just so, so crappy. I hope that Abby’s doing well, though, so you’re not having to do double-duty on the pet front.
I was hoping you might have found him by now.
But that is a very entertaining conversation with Chicken…
It seems that shelters are not paying off. I wonder how much door knocking you have to do to find possibly someone who has seen a big grey cat in the area. He’s been gone too long for someone not to have noticed him. Hopefully he is still alive. I was hoping for better news. Chin up anyways …
Love
J.
I go to the shelter because there is a tiny chance Dude will end up there, and be euthanized if he’s not claimed. I can’t live with that possibility.