He ran away on Friday and we were sure he would return. But he didn’t. The weather turned cold. It snowed inches last night and today I put posters up on telephone poles and contacted the Humane Society. He’s such a love of a cat. Totally dopy, but will tolerate even Bean’s aggressive affection. He’s not savvy at all though. He’s run into walls before, and has never seen snow. I’m not sure whether to keep hoping he’ll show up, or give up hope now before I spend any more time teary-eyed at the door yelling out into the winter air. Kind of how I feel about my writing right now also.