Among the Missing

I got up earlier than usual for a Saturday.  I had Big Plans.  It was National Quilting Day, remember, and my first event was a trip out to a fabric store.  I wanted to get a load of laundry done before leaving.

When I got downstairs, I saw that somehow, the back door had not closed all the way from the night before.  It was open about five inches.  I put the towels in the washer and put some cat food in Bo's dish.  And he didn't come running expectantly.  "Uh-oh," I thought.  I went out back and looked around and called, but no Bo.

It's been 48+ hours now, and not a trace of him.

Bodacious has never been the brightest bulb in the lamp.  He may have wandered outside, lost his way (since he's never been out before), and was unable to get home.  Perhaps some kind lady invited him in and he liked her style.

Or, he may have seen this as his opportunity to leave us.  His life hasn't been spectacular since Blackberry came to live with us.  Bo is a very private sort of a guy and not really one to come when called and unless he's really cold, not one to snuggle up with a person.  Blackberry has found him fascinating and it seemed as though they were coming to an understanding.  But, quite possibly, Bo had just been mad as hell and not going to take it anymore.

We're hoping he'll return.  I put some cat food outside on Saturday afternoon and this morning it was gone.  Could have been a raccoon or a neighborhood cat.

Or it could have been Bo.