A Cat Named Lincoln

 

We haven’t seen our cat in a few days, and until now I have just kind of pretended like it will work itself out. The mystery has brought me around to finally dealing with it.

The truth is, I don’t think she is alive. I want to believe that she escaped- but experience tells me that she has never escaped past our porch before, and escapes generally end in whining (within minutes) at the front door. Maybe she got hurt…. but I don’t think she even got out.

Which means, in spite of Dave’s claim that he has looked everywhere, I am pretty sure she found a hiding place in the house. And I don’t want to be the one to find her.  Continue reading