Every morning I am awakened by the Guster. He’s a morning lover, and always very excited for his breakfast.

This morning he was nowhere to be found. I searched the house. We searched the property. No where.

I know the Guster well, of course. He’s 10 now and he hasn’t been an outdoor cat for years. He starts campaigning for his next meal at least three hours prior. We can’t hang out in the kitchen without his constant questioning stare upon us, asking, what are you making? Can I have some?

We wandered the block, meeting neighbors and sharing our story. We last saw him after dinner last night. He must have gotten out. We’ve been letting him wander around outside a little bit…to keep him more entertained. But he wouldn’t have gotten far! His breakfast is too important to him.

I was heartened by the number of caring neighbors. I got phone numbers, passed out mine. Everyone was so sorry to hear that he was missing. I called “GUS” over and over, praying to hear his meek meow answering. My boyfriend approached every one he saw; over the years he’s grown fonder for Gus than he would probably admit.

We needed to make ourselves breakfast and finally came home. Our plan was to eat, make posters and return to the streets. I was befuddled–he couldn’t have gone far. But he could have gotten spooked! Where could he be??

With a glimmer of hope, I entered the house and shouted “GUSTER!” All of a sudden, I see him running into the kitchen, knowing full well that it was well past breakfast time. He won’t tell me where he’s been or what he’d been up to, but you know, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that he’s home to stay.

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