All I know is, she's gone.

[grinninfoole]

Our cat Tilda has disappeared. She went out Friday evening, and hasn’t come back since. We’ve gone all around out back looking for her, we’ve scattered cat litter in the back yard to help her find her way home, and I passed out flyers with her picture and our phone number on them. So far, nothing. Anything can happen, of course, and I well recall another cat called Orestes who literally disappeared for a month before turning up one day. But I can’t shake the feeling that I’ll never see Tilda again, and it makes me ache inside. She's lived with us for just about 4 years (which makes her seven!), and I really hope she comes home.

(It isn't helping my mood that I watched the end of Life on Mars. SPOILER!


I really liked the people Sam encountered in 1973, and I can understand why he'd choose them over the apparently drab life he's living in 2006, with no friends or connections, but they aren't real. So his decision to jump off a building rather than try and make friends with real people just makes me sad. I have wasted so much of my life getting stuck in fantasy, and not embracing relationships with actual people (or myself), and I just find it a bit... upsetting that Sam chooses to feel something, but to do so he retreats into imagination and death, rather than life. They play Somewhere Over The Rainbow, and I get the connection to the Wizard of Oz, but I honestly never understood why Dorothy would prefer drab old b&w Kansas to wonderful technicolor Oz. Sam rejects his Kansas, but I don't agree with his choice. (however satisfying it was to see Sam and Annie reunite, and listen to Sam and Gene bicker.)

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