I’ve pulled out all the stops and asked the “psychics” for help. I can’t help but put that in quotes, despite the fact that they make their money at it. I dunno, they just seem so squirrelly that it doesn’t make sense to me that they actually do see things. Nonetheless, I asked for a reading on Bernadette. When MissyKat went missing a few years back, they did come back with “she’s trapped somewhere” – and she actually was trapped in the basement of the house next door. I guess that’s why I figure, WHY NOT? [I just got an answer and they say that Bernie is “in someone’s house or trapped in a basement but nothing deadly is coming to mind”. Huh. Same thing they said last time. ::sigh:: Oh well, worth a try.]
I’m numb about it right now. The current of worry and sadness is a low pitched hum in the background of my thoughts. I’m not crying, but I am unnerved. I woke up at 2am this morning worrying. I’m trying to plumb the ethers myself in the vain hope that I’ll have a flash of insight as to where she might be.
I’m irritated that I can have a flash of insight for that cunt Heathen but not for something important to me like my sweet little cat.
Dammit, I hate the not knowing.
poor thing, both you and your missing bernie. not knowing is the worst. i’m thinking good thoughts for you. i really hope she turns up.
Thanks, sweetie. She probably will. And in true cat fashion, she’ll come racing in demanding food and acting as if nothing transpired. After I feed her and love on her, I shall pop her on the butt and keep her inside for a week. :-P
I hope she comes back!
Shes a good kitty, and is probably just out visiting her friends, high on catnip and not able to walk home yet!
*hugs* I’m thinking of you and Bernie.