Happy Birthday, Chai, wherever you are... If you were home, I would have made you some freshly roasted chicken that you love so much. I makes me very sad that you are still out there, surviving on birds and mice... It's very discouraging that all my effort to look for you have not been fruitful; it has not resulted in more sightings of you or actually finding you. I took an hour this morning to do more door-to-door placing door-hanger flyers on all houses on Avondale. I called out for you as I was doing this, but no meows to be heard...
It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Hillsborough is so hilly, wooded, and houses sit on large lots. Even if a cat is in someone's yard a lot, it would not be easy to spot it unless you are constantly looking out the yard. Some days, I just want to give up. But how can I? It's the not knowing that is killing me...
I wish you would stop pouting and come back home. I am your home. Please come back to me...
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