mishi lostgirl our turkish van is mostly not a family pet cat but rather the extra large resident mass of white fur who sleeps 23 and a half hours each day. it is an honest statement to say that no one really cares for her around here like i do. we relate well to each other though, in a way that only we can understand. she is my buddy. i rescued her 8 years ago, and she is fiercely loyal. tonight, she went missing from our normal nighttime routine, and i felt her absence acutely. i knew i wouldn’t sleep until i found her. she is an indoor cat, so it's usually not that big of a deal to locate her, but tonight i couldn't. i was afraid she was outside all alone, but since it was not realistic to search for her at this hour, i made an attempt at sleep. then just as i was nodding off, i thought i heard marc yell for me. i bolted up the stairs to find him soundly in his dreamland. so, i went down the back staircase to get a light that was left on, and there was mishi outside on the back porch with her face pressed into the window, belting out that mournful cry i had heard. she didn’t seem to be afraid at all, it was more like she just plain missed her best buddy. so i let her in, gave her a nice long belly scratch and its now time for sleep. so ends the day with things as they should be. 100421 ... lostgirl goodbye pretty girl. *sigh* 110401 ... lostgirl and_so now i know that the feeling of inability to breathe is directly related to loss...or the perception thereof 110401 ... amy in red : ( 110402 what's it to you? who go blather from