Cassy is home now, fine and smug and sassy and I'm a bundle of nerves. Just needed to vent without hearing, "It's ONLY a cat..." or the like.

Cassy and Livvy got out this evening. Livvy I caught in a jiffy but Cassy went hogwild as the saying goes. I tried chasing him but had no luck what-so-ever. None of the usual tricks worked. I finally gave up and came home. I left the patio door open and let Livvy play in the patio potted plants, our 'garden'. She was so sweet, at least it sounded like she was calling Cassy to come home. It reminded me of the poem of the woman crying for her demon lover. No, Oliver, I'm just tired and anthropromorphizing (sp?) He was gone for several hours; we are surrounded on three sides by very fast trafficked roads. I was so worried.

He's really gotten fast. Several times he ran right by me and I couldn't catch him at all. He's sleeping in his window hammock by my elbow right now and part of me wants to cuddle him and part to throttle him.

Part of the problem is I haven't eaten in over 12 hours. I still don't want to, but need to. I'm logging off.

Cuddle a kitty for me, please, and understand if I confess to baby beating tomorrow. (Sooooo tempting right now.)