(Originally posted on MySpace)
Tigger is missing. He's been gone for a week now.
Maybe it's because we are away from home a lot lately, for two or three days at a time. One of my housemates feeds him while we're gone, but it seems he doesn't like being home alone; the last time we were gone he didn't come in to eat, and he only came home after we did, and meowed accusingly at us for a long time.

This time he didn't come home at all.
I'm feeling guilty* but I really can't think of a better solution than to leave him home and have someone take care of him. And it's temporary. But try explaining that to an animal.

I called all the relevant numbers and gave a description of Tigger, we have walked around the block and called his name, and I think we'll make one of those heart-wrenching flyers to post around the neigbourhood.
The cat flap is set to 'catch'. But it's not catching anything.

Outdoor cats run a certain risk, I know that much. But that knowledge isn't helping much.
I miss him. He's supposed to pounce right on top of us during the night, walk around a bit, and then curl up against my hip, purring loudly.

Ten years together isn't nothing. He's my little black shadow, so to speak. Let's hope he's coming back.


* He's not even wearing a address tube at the moment. I even bought him a new one recently, but never got around to fastening it to his collar. And he's neither chipped nor tattood. There you go...