Moved, But Missing A Cat
We’re safely ensconced in the new place now… well, most of us. Our cat Winston ran out the door while the movers were there. I followed his tracks down the street (it’s the only time you’ll hear me say it, but thank God for fresh snow), but eventually lost them.
He may still show up at the old house, once he’s gotten over his terror. Or someone may find him, he’s wearing a tag with his name and our address and phone number on it. We haven’t given up hope, but we’re worried sick about him.
