Penelope wanted out this morning so bad….. Then she seemed to settle down. I hoped. Tonight we went to the store and the front door was not closed securely. When we got home she was gone. I can’t find her. Zoeie was still inside, content to just look out. Maybe i should have just had her as my only cat. I have had that thought before, especially when the kittens were small and she first hated me. She turned from my cat to Luke’s cat when i brought those usurpers in and she has never given me the time of day since.
Not that i don’t love Penelope. I love her so blasted much. She is a little fairy cat…. slender, curious, delicate in her ways. I feel like i have raised a sheltered child, not prepared for the real world, and she is bursting with the desire for new experiences. I am afraid for her. I am not afraid for Bruce. He is very well prepared for most anything. Penelope is a wide-eyed innocent.
And she is out there delighting in the cool dark of the night, where the cars zip past and stray dogs roam… not to mention the stray cats. I can’t sleep….. and there is no point in hunting for her. I can’t see and she could be anywhere.