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      Thursday, May 08, 2014

07:55 AM - 05/08/2014

The topic: With everything that went on yesterday


I couldn't find Jackie. Anywhere. I beat the weeds around the pool, checked under the sofa and loveseat and futon. I looked behind furniture. I looked up on the bank, I looked in the old dog house on the bank.

No Jackie.

I knew he'd been around fairly recently because there was poop by the litterbox in the garage that was definitely Jackie poop. 

I looked for forty-five minutes. I asked Katie over and over where was her husband? She just looked at me and meowed.

He's never done this before, but anxiety hadn't kicked in (or maybe that Xanax I mentioned in one of yesterday's entries, had).

I take a deep breath and settle down. He has to be somewhere. This I know.

Well, after I'd calmed down and moved on, I looked outside and who's head pops out of the door of the cathouse under the lime tree?

Jackie. He's found a new spot. 

I'm cool with that. As long as I know where it is.

Now, if I only could find Opie's latest spot.

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