After getting some very good advice as well as a HUGE dose of reality from the Thelma and Louise of cat rescue (Leslie Flenner and QueenScoopAlot), I've come to a very sad conclusion.

For the past week I have spent every evening in my car watching the trap in the hopes that I could get Georgie. No such luck.

In the MEANTIME, Jackie, the DEVASTATED owner of Georgie has had tons of time to spend with her boyfriend eating minestrone soup and watching the Michigan game and watering her precious flowers!!!

Needless to say, I'm done. I did what I could. But Georgie is NOT my cat and I have my own cats to attend to, including a 16 year old precious little girl that curled up with me on the floor last night and took a nap with me.

I pray for Georgie. That's all I can do. The last sighting was Friday night at the beginning of the cul-de-sac. If Jackie was so damned concerned about Georgie, she'd be out there looking for him instead of trying to impress this new boyfriend of hers.

Stay safe Georgie and know that I cared enough to try and find you.