Baby Blue used to have blue eyes. Really, truly. His eyes are green now, but we still think of him as our Baby Blue. He's the best cat we've ever had and now he is missing.
We went for a walk on Sunday and he followed us up the road, running through the fields and trees without a care in the world. He didn't follow us home and we haven't seen him since.
I'm not a cat lover myself. Don't hate me for it. But somehow I managed to birth children (I'm still not sure they are mine) who adore cats. My girls love Baby Blue to pieces, nearly literally. They carry him around like a baby and he appears to love it. They kiss him on the mouth and I can hardly stand it. But for Baby Blue, I do hold just a bit of affection. Not kiss-on-the-mouth affection, but honor-the-nice-kitty-with-a-blog-post affection.
We went for walks Monday and Tuesday trying to find Baby Blue. Emma has all kinds of theories about where he went. The best possible scenario is that he walked to the library to get some books. The worst, and perhaps the most likely, is that Baby Blue had a run in with our neighbor the cat nabber. The neighbor takes it upon herself to take cats in the area to the Humane Society. Never mind that we live in the country and the cats are doing no harm except living the good life catching mice. She drives up at down our road at 5 miles an hour searching for nice kitties to lure into her van. It is SO creepy. We are quite certain she stole 2 other kittens of ours last year. The Lord loves her, but we have a hard time sometimes!
In the meantime, Emma really misses Baby Blue. Mandy does too and calls "Kitty" every time we are outside. Sniff, sniff. Baby Blue, come home!