Kitty contd...

I went to talk to some of the neighbors this evening to see if any of them had seen Kitty.  Our cat was very well known on the block because he's so friendly and will go into anyone's house.  The next door neighbors let him in , the neighbor across the street let him in, etc.  He's also extrememly large so he was pretty noticeable.  Anyway, the next door neighbors are ridiculously nice.  It's three guys who are filmmakers and they work from home.  They are in their mid 20's  (I feel so geriatric around them) and are just so so kind and friendly.  The neighbor James told us that yesterday they saw Kitty get chased by two large dogs and he ran into our backyard and climbed about ten feet up a tree.  He was stuck there so they went to get a ladder but he fell (landed on his paws) and then he ran under their house (a favorite spot of his).  Justin and James spent about an hour searching under there tonight but no luck.

We told Henry.  He is sad but of course doesn't really get the seriousness of it--that he will probably never see Kitty again.  He was so sweet with that cat.  He loved him dearly. He always always mentioned Kitty as a member of the family.  He talked about his cat at school.  He was so cute ordering Kitty around like Justin and I and he was also so nurturing and would lay down with him and cuddle on the floor--give him kisses.   I want to write more about Kitty and my memories but right now I'm just too sad.