Lost

Well, the kitty is still roaming free. I feel like this is giving me a one-track mind. I feel like an obsessed person, because all I can really focus on is my silly escaping cat. The Boy doesn't seem to agree with me wanting him back, because he thinks I see Batman as a posession. This is partially true, but not in the way he sees. The Boy thinks that because Batman is not declawed and not neutered, and since he "obviously" doesn't want to be here, he should just be left to roam. I do not agree. I did manage to coerce him into helping me put up even more flyers.

I know I'm getting obsessed with this. It's just a huge source of stress for me. It's been 15 days now and I am worried sick. I can't help it, asking me not to worry is like asking the sky to stop being blue. I just can't.