I sometimes wonder how people handle the terrible calamity of missing children, as when my black male Persian mix, Nero, slipped out of the house and ran away a number of years ago, I was nothing short of a basket case. He somehow escaped before I left on a short trip, which gave him a two day edge over the posse that was tired of chasing Richard Kimble and hell-bent on this cat’s return and capture. I was a one-woman posse with a very tired horse and no leads except for the sight of the half-eaten crunchies in his bowl, … Continue reading →