Well, I've got really, really bad news. My cat's been missing for 2 days now and I'm at the point where I want to curl up in the fetal position in my bed and bawl my eyes out.
We got him a year ago, an abandoned, stray kitten in a mechanic's garage. The people at the pet shop were calling him Greaser and the name kind of stuck. Yeah, he's hostile, and cranky, and enjoys biting my feet just to hear me yelp, but I love him. Despite his stuffed-animal molesting tendencies, ability to constantly get caught in my fishnets, and overall unfriendly attitude, he has moments where he lets you close and then he's the sweetest thing in the world. He sleeps in my bed, and even though I'm pretty sure he's been bringing in a few fleas it's going to feel wrong without him there to bully the dog out of his spot. If he's really gone I don't know what I'm going to do.
The problem is that he always comes back before dark, but he's been gone for a while and we have a pack of coyotes that roams around here at night. So the odds aren't looking very good.