Gone....

In the (last name) house live Buddy
Who's head is fully of puddy
So Cara wouldn't stuck her thumb
He was gotten my Cara's Mum
No he's no where to be found
Took a train out of town
But he'll be back
Right on track

The above was written by my dear friend, *Jane*. The inspiration for this poem? My cats gone; missing; lost. And as to whether he really will be back, right on track, there is little hope in the house-hold of that. I know that he wouldn't run away, he likes his food too much to leave it, and I would think that if he was hurt he would come home to get help. Or to recover at home. I had hoped, at first, that he had just gotten hurt and he'd either crawl home, or we'd find him; or that someone had trapped him and taken him to the animal shelter. But, he's been gone five days now, and unless he was very badly hurt, he wouldn't let a stranger come near him. So, we are thinking that he was probably some other large kitty's(as in mountain lion) meal, or some other animals meal. We left a poster with a picture and description of him at the animal shelter, and I keep hoping that they'll call, saying that he's there......but I know they won't. And I miss my Buddy Cat!

Mom and I did come up with a theory though. We decided that he ran off and eloped, and right now he's on his honey-moon! Reckless, selfish lovers! He should know better then to do something like that. He's seven years old, old enough to take responsibilty! Tisk tisk tisk!

:)