It seems that last night while I was taking out the trash, one of the cats snuck outside without being noticed, or at least was not present at roll call this morning when the treat bag was shaken and food was put in the dish. He is strictly an indoor kitty (besides which, he's a bit "slow, eh?"), so this is not a tenable predicament for such a creature in the dead of January. Besides which, we live on two very busy streets and we're worried sick he might have been struck by a car.
I feel beside myself with guilt, wishing I'd been paying more attention to him and that I hadn't been so foolish as to fail to consider the possibility last night. I'm sure he'll turn up, but in the meantime I am literally worrying myself sick and filled with a heavy weight of guilt and self-loathing.
All that to say, if you have a pet, be sure to make it feel extra special and loved today since you just never know what could happen tomorrow (and you'll need its solace tomorrow morning when you wake up to a Conservative victory in the elections). The same goes for your mother of course. Have you called her today?
But put a candle in the window for lost, cold kitties first and foremost.