KittyMeeze wasn’t here for breakfast and I haven’t seen him all day. Could you please send a positive thought his way that he’s okay? Brian found out last month that he likes to play with the cat across the street, so it’s possible he’s over at his buddy’s house. You never see this cat out front, he’s always out of our sight, so he might be over there.
I’m hoping that’s where he is.
Update:
KittyMeeze showed up around six. I yelled for Brian, went into the kitchen to dish up dinner. He came out from the office and looked at the door and KittyMeeze wasn’t alone. The cat from across the street was with him. (The cat who belongs to the guy that called Cleo a whore so long ago and whom I haven’t spoken to since.) Brian went back to the office. I looked for myself and I could hear Blackie’s owner outside, talking.
After dinner, I started the dishes and Brian checked again and Blackie wasn’t there. Brian fed KittyMeeze. When I was finished cleaning up, I looked out and KittyMeeze was digging into the food.
I’m glad he has a friend, I just wish he didn’t have to cross the street. Funny thing, he used to hate Blackie.
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