The house is strangely quiet. One more trip out with a flashlight, umbrella, keys. No Alice. No interruptions. No noise, NADA. I made LOST CAT posters to put up early tomorrow. I will keep the mudroom door open and the porch lights on. She is fat enough she can live off of her own girth for awhile. The day is so busy tomorrow, it's Pentecost. I won't be home much till later. That's nerve wracking. There is no more I can do right now though. This is not fun.
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