KB

KittyBear has been consuming my energy.

She's been missing for five days.

She is our beloved cat of seven years.

I've blogged about her before

here, here, here, here, and here.

I had to go to the pound yesterday 

to see if she was there.

Don't go to the pound.

Ever.

It's not all fun and happy like

Hotel for Dogs

or 

Beverly Hills Chihuahua.

It's sad and depressing

and will make an animal hoarder

out of the most sane of people.

Last night I sincerely had to hand

KB over to God.

I could feel myself

getting more and more depressed.

If I let my thinking fester

I may end up in bed for months.

So, I just said,

"God, I am giving KB to you now."
You would be amazed at how fast

doing that works in any given situation.

I know you are all gonna think

I am totally whacky.

Who gets that upset over a cat?

Well, I do.

That's who.

I won't even go into my

conspiracy theories

of my serial killing neighbor.

However,

God has a way of putting things into perspective.

I got a facebook message10 minutues ago

and someone's teenage daughter

has been missing from my city

for the same exact amount of time

that our KittyBear has been gone?

Do you think they

could have run off together?

Don't tell me otherwise, please.

That is my happy place.

A lonely teenage girl and KB 

snuggled together in a boxcar somewhere.

Don't forget that tomorrow is your last day to win a free half-tee!