Zachary the Cat

We're a little distracted around here.  Our cat Zachary has been missing since Sunday.  He's been known to go off on the prowl and scour the hood looking for trouble for 1-2 days at a time, but never since  we moved to this house a year ago, and never for this long.  We're going to check the local pound and put up fliers today, but even my ever optimistic husband has a bad feeling that we've lost him for good this time.

He's sixteen years old and while he is still a bit feisty, I guess it wouldn't be all that surprising if it was his time.  It's the not knowing part that is hard right now, and the fact that if he is really gone, we never got to say goodbye.  And I have no clue how we're going to tell Taylor and Syd.  Truth be told, it wasn't exactly the love fest between Zach and I.  He's peed on my pillow for goodness sake.  But we had come to an understanding.  The kids loved him and he loved the kids, so at the end of the day he had permanently secured himself a spot in our family, no matter what he did wrong. 

I know there's always hope he can come back in the next few days. Who knows, perhaps he's holed up in some sweet old ladies house and she's feeding him canned tuna and whole milk.  But the reality is that that's probably not the case.  I guess if he doesn't come back, we could always just imagine him that way, sitting in the lap of luxury, never to be pounced on by an over active toddler boy again.