|He actually stopped and posed for Natalie|
I ran up to the 2nd floor and found Oliver in the bathroom window. I looked for Milo...everywhere. He has many hiding places that he likes to go to for slumber. Fred and I could not find him. We walked the neighborhood. We drove around the entire block. We called *kitty kitty kitttttyyyyy*. Shook dry cat food. Opened windows in the house (cause he loves an open window).
Told the neighbors! We couldn't find him. He is a strictly inside cat. Has never been outside at all except in cat carrier.
I put up a Craigs List ad because I did not know what else that I could do. I was beside myself. I was crying. Natalie was crying. Where could he be?
This is Chelsea`s cat and she would never forgive me!
I sat down at the computer trying to decide what I could possibly do. I felt a brush of a tail on my leg. It was the fucking cat!
He was in the house the whole damn time and had just woken up from wherever he was. Cat bastard!
I guess he is loved.