Missing Family…

Part of the Family

My daughters and I are missing a member of our family. Pye (short for Pyewacket) is a large, unaltered, male Siamese cat with dark chocolate/seal points. He’s been with our family since late November of 2005 when he came to us as a kitten. He disappeared on or around February 24th from outside our home in Miami.

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking he’s unaltered, so he’s off to continue the species. If that was the case, he would have been home by now. And for what it’s worth, he was due to make that trip to the vet’s office, so the nasty phone calls can stop now, all right?

The girls and I watched him grow from a shy little boy into a crazy teenager and finally over these past months into a wonderfully affectionate, cuddly part of the family. He wasn’t just a pet to us, he was more than that. Anyone who has had a pet knows how quickly they can become part of the family, and with a Siamese it is all that more intense. Although Pye had one special member of the family, he loved us all, and anyone else who entered our home. It is for that one special family member that I write this letter. My youngest daughter has had a very bad time of it, without her best friend. I’ve heard her up at night, going to the door and calling him. She goes for long walks in the evenings, calling him. Her heart is broken, and it does not break easily.

We’ve had posters up in Miami, have posted an ad on Pembina Valley Online as well as a notice on the Pembina Valley Humane Society website. I’ve called the local vets’ offices, and emailed several animal shelters in the province. We’ve had no word, even after offering a $50 reward for his return. When the posters have been removed, we’ve replaced them.

I have answered the phone several times now, to have people complain that I didn’t have my cat fixed earlier. I’ve listened to people tell me this person and that person are known to trap and poison cats. I’ve even had one person tell me I must have stolen a neighbor’s cat – even though that neighbor’s cat is female, and not Siamese. What I have come to realize is that someone in this town knows what happened to our Pyewacket, and doesn’t have the nerve to face either myself, or my daughters. Perhaps someone did indeed poison him, or take him out to the country and dump him. It has been known to happen. The ways to ‘get rid’ of an animal are numerous and varied. Perhaps the children that have threatened to kill Pye on occasion in order to upset my oldest daughter know what happened to him, although I would hope their threats were empty ones. Perhaps someone has Pye in their home – he is beautiful and affectionate, as I’ve stated.

But someone knows what happened…

That someone can let us know, anonymously if necessary, by sending a letter, or a postcard. Anything – but set our minds at rest. Let this little girl grieve her friend, if it is grieving she must do. Let this little girl have her friend back – give us our family member back – if you have him. We can identify him, and should he be alive we do have the reward waiting. A reward my daughters have given from their own savings.

Thank you.

The Post Christmas Post

I’m proud of myself – I kept it together this year! I do have an internal file of snide comments and snarky comebacks that I didn’t verbalize. I even had $20 in my wallet…rather than being so far into the debt-hole I wouldn’t see my way out for another eight months. Nope – I am only in the debt-hole up to my neck, and only because of one cash gift and one substantial loan from Mr. Burns. He knows who he is..LOL

And for that matter, Christmas isn’t actually over yet, for us anyway. The girls and I are going to have a full, all-out Christmas dinner just for ourselves either Saturday or Sunday. I’d hoped to put it off until the rest of the presents arrive in the mail (yay for more prezzies, since I didn’t think far enough ahead..and well, ya know how it is.), but we’re not quite turkey’d out yet. See, this year – there were no leftovers from either celebration that made it home with us. I won’t go on about the family do – I made it through the day and didn’t say more than one comment. I assume if there were any leftovers of any quantity, the pod requested and received them.

This is not the place for pod posts though, I use Myspace for that, and hopefully she won’t come back from her training trip to Saskatchewan. Then I won’t have to vent at all.

Yes, Christmas was good. The girls are ecstatic with their bounty of Bratz and Bratz related materials, the games, the movies and Rhia is google eyed over her new clothes. Unfortunately Care can’t google eye over hers…they don’t fit. I wish I could have stressed the “don’t buy the girls clothes for gifts” thing a little harder, but oh well. It’s done and Rhia has double clothing gifts as Care has given her the ones she didn’t fit into.

I love my new kitchen gadgets, and we’ve deep fried, grilled and milkshaked our way into a form of coma only a good horror movie could budge us out of. I’m attempting to read Lisey’s Story in hard cover from that very same Mr. Burns, who perhaps isn’t as Burnsy as he seems at first glance. AND he’s taking us electronics shopping in the next month or so – we’re going to take advantage of his discount and his brain. ;) LOL

My mother has survived her accident and although she is in continual pain, the drugs seem to be helping now. Or something anyway. Perhaps it was the fact I won’t play into her pity parade any longer that she didn’t pull the pain card. Perhaps it was the fact I have had that very pain and she told me it was nothing – and I called her on it. Either way – she sucked it up and behaved mostly like a grown woman for one night. Yay for her!

I’d like to say something nice about the twit, but I can’t think of anything. I’d like to think he’s going to snap out of the crotch-coma he’s in once again, but…I also don’t think that’s going to happen any time soon. If he thinks he’s bringing that pod to the conference, he’s got another thing coming..although I’m sure she’ll come up with some way to fuck that up too.

And for the record, no I did not put any thought into her gift. Why? At least I didn’t give her the cursed candles…

Yet…

Can you hear that? That’s Morrighan, laughing her ass off. For once, I agree and laugh too…

And to all, a good night!