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Let me start by saying, I feel bad. Really, I do.

I was raised Catholic and the guilt sneaks up on you at mysterious times like these...

Cat is gone.

Friday night, Good dog was having a bad night. He was pretty crippled up and Hubby and I were having a hard time. We thought maybe this was the end. He couldn't get comfortable, the arthritis is now affecting his front shoulders so he can't lift his head. He was really having a terrible time.

At some point, Cat goes out. No big deal. Cat is an outside cat. We've seen this bad boy back down even the biggest foxes in the neighborhood. He has no fear and often brings home his kill to share. I hardly paid any notice to the fact he was out.

So, a day goes by... then two... no cat. Dog is feeling better. The miracle of drugs. ***SLIGHT Side bar*** Hubby still doesn't like the idea that we are paying for expensive drugs to mask the effects of the arthritis in Good dog. Don't get me wrong, he LOVES this dog. He just thinks we are paying a ton on band aids, knowing full well we can't fix him. Makes you wonder... what happens when I need expensive medications? Think he'll want to put me down too?

ANYWHO... (my favorite word of late, can ya tell?) Today, I think... hmmm... cat's been gone a while now. Wonder where he is? I decide to search the perimeter for signs of a struggle. No fluff or cat bones, no blood, nothing. Checked the snow tracks trying to see something out of the ordinary, nothing, dog prints, deer prints everything checks out. Couldn't find my CSI Kit to check for fingerprints, so I gave up. Surely he'll come back.

I go from my yard to the mailbox where I receive an ominous looking letter from the neighbor. Dear Neighbor, Just want to inform you, I saw TWO Mountain Lions circling your house on Saturday night. Please keep pets and children inside.

Wow! Too late for that little bit of advice...

Hubby still thinks he might come back. Please! I'm not the brightest bulb, but cat missing, plus two mountain lions, does not equal happily ever after.

I broke the news to the kids. One cried. The other asked if we could get another cat. I'm not falling for that again.

I know this sounds terrible, I seriously feel bad for not liking him in the first place, but I can rest assured tonight he won't jump out and bite me from under the bed.