April 02, 2004
Pets - gotta love 'em
Scott and the boys came back this morning. They saw no sign of Obi. They left the camp set up there. I will go back up there in a little while, and we'll hang around for as long as we can. I just can't go right now. I can't live up there, and I have to realize that if we're meant to find him we will. At least some of us will go back up there tonight. I really hope we find him today, because we are completely broke. If we don't find him today, we will probably have to wait a week to go back up there. I wish someone would find him and catch him. I would gladly write them a (postdated) $100 reward check. I'm just so tired of this ordeal. Where is my faith? ::sigh:: I should just be grateful to know that he's alive.
With all the excitement, I didn't mention that we got our cat Gammie fixed yesterday. She is such a sweetheart. She came out of the anesthesia last night, and kind of flopped around in the laundry room a little. I went in and checked on her occasionally. She hasn't made one peep of complaint since she came home, even though she must feel terrible, and she's wearing a "lampshade" on her head. She was anxious to eat her kitty food this morning, and even liked having me pet her.