
Windigo is missing. I haven’t seen him since yesterday afternoon. Michael found a cat sized hole in the insulation in the basement with cat hair around it. It might go all the way outside, I feel cold air coming through it. Aos is still here (he is a scardy cat with very little sense of adventure) and very stressed out of her brother’s disappearance.
I know it is probably standard to tell someone not to worry (or worse, he is just a cat so don’t worry) but it is driving me nuts. I will worry, but I am trying to be hopefully, which is proving difficult. Windigo has ALWAYS come when I call, in that sense he is more like a dog then a cat. That he is not coming means he is out of hearing range, which worries me even more. It was also really cold and rainy last night. He is an indoor cat and doesn’t know this neighborhood, which has a lot of dogs that seem to just wander out of their yards when they feel like it.
No matter how silly some people think it is, our animals are our babies (our “furbabies” in fact) and to not know where one is is both depressing and heart-breaking. He is not just a pet, he is not a possession, he is not a toy, he IS part of our family, and he is missing.
I wish he would come home…
Edit: For some icing on this stress cake, our van battery was dead this morning since we accidentally left the dome light on yesterday trying to figure out why the blinkers don’t work.

