I loved my Mickey. We lived in a normal suburbs at the time, my cat Mickey was about 2, he was so cute, he would leave every morning, come home every night, when, as you guessed, he never came home one night. We weren't scared because every once and a while he would stay out over night, but would come back the next day, but he didn't come back . Then we got worried. He was always my cat and would sleep right next to me in my bed, so I was freaking out. . I was so worried I would go out side at night with a flash light and look, but I finally relized he wasn't coming back. After that I decided to make a memorial for him by carving a stone and buying some stuff and getting some flowers and making a scaled down linkoln memorial with a cat. Mickey was white with some grey areas. I might eventually put a picture of him up. He was always so soft... *sob sob*(. I miss him so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!