Got to break from wordplay stuff with a personal announcement.
Fiona, the most spirited feline of our four, has gone missing. And at this point, it’s looking less and less likely that she’ll turn up on our back porch demanding our food and subservience, as she has after the other, much briefer occasions that she’s gone walkabout. Anyone who could help has been alerted, all search methods have been tried.
And while I could put some blame on her own stubbornness and some on her prior owner's rules—I'm pretty sure he let her eat off his dinner and just go wherever—she did get out on my watch. So there's that.
Our friends and relatives have assured us that their own cats have popped up, big as life, even a week or two after going missing, and I hope that's what will happen here. But at this point, we gotta be prepared for…the other possibilities.
I had a few pieces just about ready before this went down. So those will resume tomorrow, and the big R should show up at the usual time. Might take a quick break before releasing the little s, we’ll see. Be well, guys.
Oh dear! I hope she shows up soon, none the worse for the adventure. One of our cats went missing a few years ago, during the middle of winter with snow on the ground. We were so worried. Fortunately she showed up again a couple of days later. I will keep my fingers crossed for beautiful Fiona to return home soon as well.
Here's hoping she's okay.