My terrible, horrible, very bad 2 days...

Well, it all started on the coldest, windiest Wednesday we’ve had so far. Every morning I always let Tink out to go potty and Lily likes to venture out for good measure. This morning I was running late so I called Tink, and just assumed that Lily was inside. It wasn’t until I got home from work that I realize she wasn’t. So I freaked out, Matt and I look all over of her. The next day I went to the Human Society of Yuma looking for her, but no dice.

In my frustrations, that night I went do Smucker’s Park for a jog/walk. I had just locked the doors and taken two steps away from my car when I suddenly realized I didn’t have me keys. Thinking I’m the stupidest person ever, I booked it to the old mandarin cinemas where our church is now located hoping that Matt was still practicing and he was. So I call my Grandparents and they miraculously had an extra key to my car.

Then two days later, Friday, Matt went looking for Lily again. I had already given up hope and cried my eyes out countless time…after it all it was my fault she got locked out…BUT he found her all curled up in the pool area. She had been ruffed up by another cat, and had some cuts around one eye and missing facial hair, but she is ok.
Now, she is super needy, and out of guilt I give her whatever she wants…even if that is a back rub in the middle of the night…