The Silence of Tiny Bells
Pixie has run away.
She’s the little cat that we got last Thanksgiving when she was just a tiny kitten, and has become a constant companion for Hannah. For over a year Hannah’s gone to bed with Pixie in her bed, near her bed or in Pixie’s own tiny little bed next to Hannah.
Monday, when we went out for Max’s birthday, I couldn’t find Pixie to give her dinner before we left. I didn’t think much of it, she’s late for dinner sometimes, but when we got home she wasn’t waiting for us on the back porch as she usually is.
Today Gerry and the kids are taking posters around the neighborhood to give to people. I walked all over the neighborhood yesterday and saw no sign of her (which is kind of a blessing, in some ways…) Gerry and I both think that she wandered off to one of our neighbors who feed their cats outside and had dinner, then probably got herself temporarily adopted into their home. She’s such a friendly and precious little cat.
She had a purple collar on, but her tag had fallen off and we hadn’t replaced it. We’re crossing our fingers that we’ll get a chance to.