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Because I can, and because I'm bored.
Also, it's that time of the year (my birthday month) where I start hating myself for not accomplishing anything I've ever set out to do. I wish I could figure out time travel so I can yell at past Vawmit. Past Vawmit is a jerk.
Also, my kitten got out when my dad was watching my apartment when me and Boyfriend left for a weekend. My door doesn't latch very well unless you pull/push really hard and the wind blew it open when he was in the bathroom. We haven't been able to find him. It's been two weeks now. Still looking.
Today the maintenance guy came to help us with our furnace and said that one of the neighbors seen him on her stairwell right before we posted the missing posters. Which irritated me to no end. Like, I understand we have a group of strays running around... But, he's clearly not an outside cat. Especially since he doesn't... Run away at the sight of a human like the strays do. We've done so much to try to find him, we have a food bowl and a box with his Batman cover in it. We've posted him all over the internet and put up fliers all around town. Did you know you can buy a pet amber alert? We bought one. "Well, maybe someone has him and he's a super rad cat so they've decided to keep him." Thought about that, aside from expecting the person to be a decent human being and returning the cat to his home, we've also offered a reward for whom ever would find him. We've gotten two calls from a couple of our neighbors claiming they've seen him at night around woods behind our complex. After a few ******** cold nights, I chased down a cat that kind of looked him. It was a black cat that looks a lot like him, Thordor is grey. We think it's the black cat the old people saw. I've read many articles about the behavior of "displaced cats." Like, if the cat is a strictly indoor cat than he isn't far! He's probably just hiding in a place nearby or if you live in an cookie cutter community, which I do, then he's probably confused and scratching at someone else's apartment door. I'm so frustrated with the situation at this point, I understand it was a mistake, and I can't blame my dad, I don't have that ability. Instead I hate myself, I thought about taking him with us that weekend, he loves car rides and he's a good cat. I hate not knowing what happened to him, I can only think the worst. Those feelings are only getting worst the longer he's gone, we haven't seen him at all. I don't know where he is, if he's safe, alive, hungry, if the group of strays ran him off, if he tried getting friendly with an unfriendly larger animal.. It's stressing me out. So, I'm ranting about it in a dead Cleek.


tl/dr
I want my ******** cat back.

Believe with your all that you'll find him .. post pics, think about him returning.. believe in all that positive-thinking-attracts-positive-things stuffffff

Sorry to hear there hasn't been any news at the time you replied.. how about now? heart