Oh No!

My dad just called me out into the living room. I go out there, and he's pointing out the window. The cat is outside. Popeye has gotten out, we have no clue when, last night, this morning, whenever, and she isn't spayed. I KNOW, she should be but my parents never take her. I remind them all the time. And right now, she's in heat. I wouldn't mind having kittens around again, and people at my mom's work take the kittens we have, but in a way, I don't want her to have kittens, ya know? *sigh* Pray she won't have kittens...