by Kristine Torrice
Its been a week and a half and still no sign of my Radar Kitty. Problem is I don't know what happened to her. Thats the hardest part. She just disappeared. No sight, no trace, no nothing. One day she's meeting me in the driveway to say good morning after seeing me off to drop off the kids at school and the next day she's gone. I miss her so much. I wait each night with some hope she'll come climbing in her window and come running down the hall to jump on my bed. I see the cat food bag and expect to see a huge hole in it where she decided she didn't want the food in her bowl she wanted it from the bag. He four legged brother Gus-Gus misses her too. He keeps meowing for her with the special meow he had to call her. My kids don't fully understand that she's gone. My husband is beginning to finally see how much my baby girl meant to me. We adopted Radar Kitty (also know as Her Majesty since she's just so prissy) when she was 5 weeks old from a very bad situation. When we brought her home she fit in the palm of my hand. As she grew up she was spoiled completely rotten...as all fur people should be. She at one point was 15 pounds so her daddy kept saying she was a "big fat cat". I kept jokingly saying she was just big boned. Haha. My beautiful Radar was a long haired black and white tuxedo cat so she looked like she's wearing a tux. She even had a beauty mark on her chin. She was so prissy and a bit cranky but at the age of 9, I feel she was allowed to be cranky. Her great joys were following the sunbeams around the livingroom sleeping and beating up her brother Gus-Gus who we adopted from the SPCA 2 years ago. She was always there for me, too. She'd sit with me when my husband had deployed to the Persian Gulf during the Gulf War and watch while I nursed my kids. She was the perfect companion. Everyone said we were cut from the same personality...both of us cranky prissy women. Thats probably why I love her so darn much. I miss her so much it hurts. I never thought I could get so attached to an animal. I hurt so much and I don't know how to make it stop. If I only knew what really happened to her. Did she die, did she get kitty-napped, did she get carried or chased off by someone or something. The not knowing kills me. My husband asked me if I wanted another cat. I said no. I don't know if I could ever love another kitty like her or if she'd feel like I was replacing her or something. Anyway, thanks for reading my story. I miss you Radar.