Napoleon didn't show up for breakfast Monday morning nor at any point in the day for food and water or when we walked in the evening and, home after, opened doors and called him before we tried to sleep, we'd held him Sunday night, he only disappeared for 24 hours
Weird, unusual, our anxiety, but this time both Earthgirl and I overwhelmed with ominous worry, Earthgirl couldn't sleep at all, but at her 230 in the morning open the door every half an hour and hope opening the door there he was
*He* hasn't left the yard since, runs his snaggle-toothed self to any door we open any time we open a door, something spooked the fuck out of him and he forgot his way home from as far as he ran like each of us have done, do, and will do with increasing frequency and severity but only if we are fuck lucky
This getting old shit. Getting old shit this. Old shit this getting. Shit this getting old.
CLOUD NO BIGGER THAN A MAN'S HAND