Hope is the sweetest, kindest, smartest and most wonderful person a cat could ever know. I was a tiny scared kitten without a momma when she picked me and raised me to be a good cat. She grew up and went to college, but came back to see me regularly. This summer she left for the land of Oz and I have only heard her voice on the phone.
I have been searching for Hope all summer and fall and now with winter approaching I am very worried. It is difficult for me to search for her, since I am not allowed outside. Fluffy is the long hair cat in the picture above. She is allowed outside. I ask her to search for Hope everyday. All she has found is one bird and two chipmunks which she brought back to show Romeo (cat on the right) and I.
Fluffy did ask the deer in our backyard to look for Hope.
Romeo is also very concerned about Hope as well. He and Fluffy join me in Hope's bed whenever the sun shines in the afternoon. I sleep in her bed everynight dreaming of her return.
Romeo has been training to toughen up to go outside and search for Hope. He does not want to be called a pussy anymore.
After disappointing responses from the animals around the neighborhood, I learned to type on an iPad. Finally a computer designed for cats and not mice.
First I wrote the President and asked him to search:
Barrack put out t-shirts and bumper stickers for me.
Next I wrote Proctor and Gamble. I used the address on my kitty litter bag. They offered to help loads.
Then I wrote the national breast cancer foundation. They want to make sure Hope is well and offered to her a cure.
