Our little guy is still missing and although everybody seems to have a story about how so-and-so's cat took 18 days to come home and their cousin's dog once crossed all the continents to get back to his owners I feel less and less confident every day that he will return. Marquis is all depressed and doesn't play; he just wanders around looking for Tygger and trying to get attention from us since he has nobody to play with. I certainly hope that he is huddled under a porch not twenty yards from our front door but I fear he is wounded somewhere or that he has been "taken in" by some well-meaning people who have discovered what a wonderful cat he is.
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