Somber times here at the AbbyNormal household...
Our cat has gone missing.
Cookie has been in the family for over 12 years, so he's been here longer than Meego. We freed him as a trapped stray, and he followed us home and has been with us ever since. Being the cat that he is, he's always had his own agenda - coming and going as he pleases.
Sometime Monday evening, we surmise that he went out. Nobody remembers seeing him since. A somewhat eerie twist is that I took a photo of him with Chaco shortly before he went missing.
There was just something about the image of the two of them sitting there in The Corner in the glow of the computer monitor that struck me, so I snapped a quick spontaneous photo.
So we've searched all of his usual hangouts, and searched a few unusual hangouts, but still no sign of him. Wolfgang and I even paid a visit to the Humane Society last evening. Dang, there are a LOT of cats at that place! None of them was Cookie, however.
It was my first visit to our local Humane Society, and I know they sometimes get a bad rap from other Rescue groups because they do occassionally put animals that aren't adopted in a timely manner to sleep. But I found the place quite warm and caring. If I hadn't committed all of my volunteer availability to the Po-Po, I'd look into volunteering there.
But honestly, I didn't expect to find him. He's too smart and too careful to end up at the Humane Society.
And that's what makes this such a mystery.