Molly the Cat is missing.
She scrambled out the front door this morning in front of two guys hauling out a TV console. I saw her slip out and run into the bushes. I didn't think much of it because she knows to stay in the front yard, so I vacuumed where the console once was.
When I was done vacuuming, I heard a lot of ugly noise going on outside. The two guys were hauling junk from the backyard and throwing stuff into a truck. Oh-oh. Molly had to be freaking out, so I went outside to bring her in.
She was no where to be found. Front yard. Back yard. Inside.
I've gone around the block several times for the last three hours calling her name. I've managed to not blubber until now. I hope Molly comes home on her own.
UPDATE: Bellissima! Molly the Cat has been found!
I decided to look under the Mama's bed one more time. Yup! There Molly was, lying tucked snugly beneath it. The Husband had looked under there a few hours earlier and found nothing.
So, somewhere along the line, Molly had come back into the house (we left the front door open) and headed straight for the Mama's room. Hurrah, hurrah!
She came straight out when she saw me. But, then I started blubbering in happiness. Molly slipped back under the bed.
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