Eeeek! Hubby left to go run some errands, and a little while later, I was looking for Stanley. Of course, he doesn’t come yet when you call him, so I was searching and searching. Every nook and cranny, all his favorite sleeping spots. No kitty! Then I went and looked around outside, thinking perhaps he snuck out when hubby left, cause he’s quick like a fox! But of course, I couldn’t see him. I retraced all my steps about 4 times, and no kitty!! It doesn’t help that he can’t meow either. All he can do is squeak! Finally, as a last ditch effort, I checked the front hall closet, and sure enough, there he was sitting on the shoe shelf, looking rather pitiful! Whew!

I am taking him to the vet this afternoon for his first check-up since we found him. I should find out more about his apparent injuries. It seems that his tail has been broken, or cut off near the end. He has an odd bump on his hip, and he can not meow. Who could ever be mean to this little baby deserves a very nasty encounter in their lives too! Grrrrrrr