Woke Tuesday, 4AM to our Cookie Cat on our bed as always, ready for me to let him out for his morning hunt. Wish I had not. Back to bed and I was awakened to an awful cry, close to what an infant in horrible pain sounds like. Looked at my 3 year old and realized it was outside and then over quickly. My heart sank.
He has not returned. Last night we had a 2 hour long thunder and lightening storm that was just incredible. My Husband said "This is Cookie saying goodbye". He is a clever out door cat and comes home daily to eat and love. He is a Tuxedo (black with white on chest) and has the demeanor of a dog, will go for walks with our family and would come to you by name. He helped teach my son how to walk at 10 months and is such a kind cat with him, my son is now 3. He says that "Cookie will be back and is just hunting mice Mom". We have walked the neighborhood so many times to let him know we are here and told every person I can he has not returned yet.
I miss him. Crying so much.
This picture was taken the day we brought him home from the shelter, my son was 10 months. Melts my heart.
Oh no, I'm so sorry. I hope he's just out for an extended jaunt and does show back up at home, looking for love and dinner. 
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