Cat got out yesterday. Owen was going into the backyard and he slipped out. That was over 24 hours ago. Cam and Gracie looked for him yesterday. I went out with food last night. And woke up around 4am–his usual wake up call–as I thought I heard him scratching and mewing at the front door. No luck. Cameron and I drove around this morning. On scooters, Cam and Gracie combed the neighborhood but still no luck. He’s fairly content to eat garbage…so I don’t know.
Cam recently read a story in school about a cat that shared two homes–Charlie Anderson. He thought, perhaps, Scoob had found a girlfriend, got married and was going to make some "puppies". Kittens, whatever! When I suggested getting a new cat if we didn’t find him, Cameron burst into tears. I was thinking of Scooby Too. Or Scooby Deux. Just kidding–but it would be easier on Owen verbally. Signs go up tomorrow.
If you happen to see an orange cat that answers to Scooby or–as Owen calls him–Booty…please email me. Seriously, keep your fingers crossed please.