Last Wednesday Night

Last Wednesday both Colin and I were off of work and we ran errands and hung out. Around six we went grocery shopping and when we came home and were unloading groceries Mally, our one year old cat, ran out of the door. Colin went to stop her but I told him not to. I told him to let her run around for a little bit and she would come back happier, as she always does. We went inside, cooked dinner, cleaned, and I made sugar cookies. By this time it was around 1:30 in the morning. Right around the time that I was flooding the cookies, I started getting really worried. She had always come back and scratched at the door within a few hours. Colin said it wasn't safe to walk around the apartments so late at night so I just called her quietly from the back door so I wouldn't wake anyone up. She didn't come. I left the cookies on the cooling racks and paced the apartment until around 6:30 waiting for her to come home. I finally fell asleep and woke to a call from my landlord saying that someone had seen her around the complex but she wouldn't let them come near her. I rushed to where they had seen her but she was gone by that time. I walked around and around the apartment calling her and couldn't find her. I looked again the next day and the next.. And the next.I even checked the pound. Nothing. A week has passed, I never finished those cookies, they don't seem important anymore. The first few days I cried and cried all day when I wasn't at work but the truth that she isn't coming home has sunk in and I am dealing with it. People without pets probably think I am silly, it isn't like I lost a person, I know that, but I lost a friend all the same.

I loved her from the moment I saw her at Petland. My friends told me I could get cats for five dollars if I looked in the paper but I didn't care about the money, I wanted her.

I guess this is just to explain my absence. I don't want anyone to think that I am walking around like a zombie here, I am just not in the mood to bake right now.