
This afternoon, I had a real scare. It was around 6:00pm today, the time I usually feed my cats, and I could not find my cat Ringo! I should tell you guys that Paulie is gone! He disappeared last week. I still miss him! And that's why I thought that Ringo was gone too. I kept calling out his name in the front yard, backyard, and my neighborhood. I couldn't stop crying and I was having a hard time eating dinner. After dinner, I got in my car and drove around my neighborhood and looked for him. As I was cleaning the kitchen, guess who showed up at the glass door? My Cat! As soon as I heard him meow, I started crying tears of joy. So I let him in, I chased him down, and I picked him up. I sat down for a bit to pet him. I'm so happy I found my cat! I still miss Paulie and love him, but Ringo was the one I picked out of the litter. I'm so Glad he's back! He better not come back late again! Another reason why I'm paranoid about losing my cat is because a lady who lives a few streets away from me had six cats poisoned. Poor woman! She's left signs all over the place to warn pet owners and to call animal control if their pet disappears. I'm so glad I didn't have to do that! Well, that's all I have to say about that. To those who lost their pets, I know your pain!