Marceau the cat was supposed to come to Houston with me. He got his traveling papers from the vet and everything. We were at the airport ready to go when the Southwest lady informed me that they don’t allow pets at all. WHAT!?! I realize that it is my fault for not checking with the airline ahead to be sure they would allow my furry friend to ride under the seat in front of me, but I have carried him before and assumed all airlines allowed it as long as they had been cleared by a vet. Nope! So there I was, already running a little behind and I had to call R to turn around and come get him and care for him for a month. So, mad and sad and frustrated about the circumstances, I said my frantic goodbye and went on my way.
When I’m at home, I let Marceau out in the morning and bring him in at night. Of course, as cats do, he sometimes stay out longer than I wish, but he eventually returns within 24 hours…
Well, he is now officially lost. As usual, R let him out on Thursday morning and he has not yet returned 2 and a half days later. R feels awful and has been frantically searching the back yard and patio. He’s been calling him, looking in the bushes and today he even visited 3 animal shelters and is making lost signs to post around the neighborhood.
I think he’s been in a fight and is just scared and perhaps injured. He got lost at my parents house once before, but for only 18 hours. We found him hiding under a bush with an awful wound on his hip that made it hard for him to walk. My fear is that this is what has happened, but his hiding place is too good. I am sick to my tummy, but there’s nothing I can do to help from Texas. So, I wait and I worry and I see him everywhere. Anything small and black looks like my Marmie. I even woke up last night thinking that the laptop computer I rolled over on was my kitty. I am staying as positive as I can, but I can’t help thinking that if I could just be there to help look for him, by his hearing of my voice, he would run (or limp) back home.
Please send furry, loving thoughts to help him home.
A friend from college, my ‘lil Aimee, is in Uganda. And she is keeping a blog of her journey. I sat down today and read all of her posts so far and it was so beautiful and humbling! Aimee is seeing the world in a whole different way, a way that many Americans will never even think to experience. 
