When Malachi was three, and we knew he was absolutely, 100%, undeniably and reliably potty-trained, we took him to PetSmart and let him choose a kitten. There were 3 black kittens with silver undercoats, and we picked one that seemed confident. And ok, adorable. He was teeny-weeny and so incredibly cute! Malachi named him Cowboy. Is that the sweetest cat name ever or what?










And now the other shoe drops. We haven't seen Cowboy since Sunday night.
Yesterday I was worried. We looked everywhere. We put cat food out, called his name, looked with a flashlight . . . no kitty.
Today I am sick, I'm so sad. My stomach has been hurting a good part of the day - that awful knotted feeling. We made up LOST CAT posters and put them around the neighborhood. We walked around looking for him and even over to our old house in case he might have gotten scared and wandered back over there. No kitty.
We drove the neighborhood several times looking for him. Driving past those LOST CAT signs with pictures of OUR CAT on there? Is very, very sad.
And tonight I realized that we haven't seen our cat in two days, and I really miss him. He's a big part of our lives. He's in and out of our house a dozen times a day. He sleeps on Caris' bed. He is part of our family. We love him. The kids seem ok, surprisingly, but Mommy has had several ugly cries over this situation.
Oh, I hope our kitty comes home!!
aw, my heart is so sad for you. i will pray that cowboy is found.
ReplyDeleteoh no, BIG HUGS!!!! I hope he comes home.
ReplyDeleteEmily, this is such a sweet post about your kitty. Oh how I pray that Cowboy comes home soon!
ReplyDeleteOh, I know how you are feeling, I am so sorry that he is missing, I am praying that he comes home!!!
ReplyDeleteOh wow...Cowboy is a big kitty! He almost looks like a panther! Beautiful! I'm praying that he is found!
ReplyDeleteLiz, he does look big in some of those pics but I laughed when I read that because he's really a petite cat. You can tell his size pretty accurately by that last picture. I think it's deceiving seeing him lie on Caris because she's not a very big girl. :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you got your kitty back, Emily!
ReplyDeleteAh I am glad you found my blog and now I have found yours! =)
ReplyDeleteGlad to see cowboy kitty came home, the lord has truly blessed you with a wonderful pet.
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