...like this cat After all, she just never came home one night last year, and we could never find her, despite looking all over the place. It's nice to think of her, with hostile stare and extra toes hanging out in a chic French bistro. Really, she quite had the attitude or catitude to make it in France.

I was so upset when she went missing that I didn't even blog about it. It was like if I wrote the words "Vio-kitty is missing" it would make them more real....

and I kept hoping she would come back one day. Also, I was so mad at The Hub for not fixing the hole in the screen door which allowed her to get out that I didn't want to bring it up. But he misses her too, and when we were able to sit down and talk about it rationally he always made the point that "she really wanted to get outside, and if I had repaired the screen she would have gotten out another way. Remember how she used to use the dog as a trojen horse? She'd go right under his belly when he was in the doorway, and you'd yell 'Winston move!' and Winston didn't know what that meant so he'd just stand there and try to figure it out. Then by that time she was already under the neighbors car or up a tree or something. I used to spend hours trying to catch her. It's not fair to say that I just let her out."

Well, I suppose he had some valid points, although I still think it would have been easier to keep her in if the screen didn't have that hole in it.

I wonder if he'd like to get another cat for Christmas?