Wish I could just start writing about how wonderful everything is, but it's just not. Baby still hasn't come home and today I found out that there have been coyotes in our neighborhood in the past week. And I'm still in my "funk". So, I'm not going to write a big long post, I just needed to put something down so that I can keep writing every day, even if it's just a few lines. I talked to my friend Esther on IM today and she is such a great friend, that she just listened to me whine and offered comfort and understanding. She talked about a lot of different subjects, I think partly to distract my mind from my troubles. I'm very grateful, because it really did help me for a while. I'm trying to hold out hope that my Baby will return safe and sound. I know that many a cat has left home for long periods of time, and then return to their home out of the blue. I truly hope that will be the case with Baby. I know if you're reading this and not an animal lover, you will think I'm just a looney toon being stupid over the loss of an animal. But pets, cats in particular, have a very special significance for me that stems from my childhood. It's not a rational thing, I know that. But I can't help how I feel. I'm not writing this for any readers, I'm writing for my own self today. And I don't care if anyone reads it or not. It's just something I've got to do. So here it is. Take it or leave it, read it or don't. Today I don't care.