I have walked my neighborhood, saturated it with fliers, and placed an ad in the local newspaper with a picture. I also went back to the pound. She's not there and she's not listed in the dead pet list. I have a horrible headache. I woke up at five with it and took some aspirin and then spent around an half hour wondering if I was going to vomit. Woke up at eight. Had a cup of tea, washed my face and went over to ask the next door neighbor if I could inspect her backyard. She promptly said yes and took me back there. I take back what I wrote last night. No sign of Goosie and I can put that meow I keeping hearing to my desire to have her back. It never varies by location, never gets any louder. Unless I'm psychic ( and I could be) , what I'm hearing is nothing but a fevered imagination.
The house re piping will start on Sunday/Monday. I have decided to bag everything and hide it and mop the floors and clean what I can. It sucks being a messie.
it also occurs to me that I have given my telephone number to the assholes on the street. Drat!
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